As I pulled into the garage after work, I heard Otis barking. When I opened the basement door, Otis was dancing around, wanting to be petted. I did not see or hear Cooper.
I looked at the door which leads upstairs, but it was still closed. My heart skipped a beat. All I could think was that something bad had happened to Coop. I went to read the note from Carol, thinking perhaps Coop had gotten sick and was at the vet.
It was then that I saw Coop, still curled up on his bed in the corner. Coop slowly stood up and wandered over to me. I guess Coop was tired, but otherwise fine. Once we got outside, he was ready to run.
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