In upstate New York Laura Emmons let nine-year-old Zoey the Yorkie and her Yorkie sister out to do their doggie business in the yard, but when she called them back in, Zoey was gone.
In a panic the whole family and friends searched, but since it was a rural area, they feared that Zoey had become Zoey Tetrazzini for some wild animal.
Five days later her son noticed a strange smell in the car. Fortunately it was of the fecal kind rather than the decomposing kind. When they lifted the hood of the car, there was Zoey, dirty, weak and dehydrated, but otherwise able to make a full recovery.
It was their best Christmas present ever.
Zoey had lost a pound but had no injuries even though the son had driven the car three times during the lost days.
The family believes that Zoey chased a squirrel under the car and somehow got trapped, proving conclusively that squirrels are evil Ninjas.
What puzzles me is why her sister Yorkie didn’t pull a Lassie and lead them to her sister in distress. Sibling rivalry?
At last, I’m an only dog.