Last time I wrote about how the little bugger Misha likes to make a break for it, running to the bathroom. He did it again. Kinda. I was sitting upstairs talking with Cath and her mom for some time. Think coffee klasch. I finally noticed that Jo Jo was barking at something. She would bark once, be quiet for a bit and then bark again. I started looking for her, since she sounded like she was "alert" barking. She wasn't in the kitchen, or living room or even in Cath's bedroom. This is her territory. Lol. I even looked outside. No Josephine. Finally I went downstairs and she was in the laundry room, barking. I asked her "what's wrong girly?" and she trotted over and barked once at a shelf. A shelf that a Misha head was clearly visible on. I quickly grabbed him, told him off and put him back in his room. He must have spent an hour or two in the laundry room. It is as large as a bedroom and has many shelves with lots of various junk, er, ahem, items on them. I told Jo she was a very good dog. Gave her lots of kisses and hugs. Ironic thing is we never quite trusted her to be alone with the ferrets. But now I call her my ferret finder. Now if I can put a GPS device on Misha... Blessings, Margie and the Fantastic Four in Farminton [Posted in FML issue 4921]