I woke up this morning wondering why the dog didn't bark her furry ass off. I took my sister to school this morning and I was surprised to notice that there was no puffy pomeranian high tailing me. I thought nothing of it and I resumed taking Geni to school. I hate having to take her to school. It's not the early hour that bugs me. It's the rushing parents dropping off the students. They piss me off. They cut me off and try to run me over just so they can drop off their spoiled little brats. (That's a whole other story all together...) I dropped her off and headed the long way home since the mad moms in minivans blocked me from trying to make a U turn. Usually, when anyone opens the door to enter the house, the dog starts yappin away. This time, I wasn't greeted with a doggie alarm. I called her out and she didn't respond. I immediately thought the worst and walked outside to see if she had run outside. It struck me odd that she was nowhere to be found and she didn't respond. I walked into Geni's room and checked one more time. I fixed her bed and my dog was there under the covers. It turns out that she didn't walk up to me because her legs were caught inside her dog sweater...Ugh...another reason why I don't like it when owners dress up their dogs...my mom I swear...