Quick--Somebody put his picture on a milk carton!

...and then panic ensued: I looked everywhere. Baby-gate still up, no one outside. Not in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, or under any blankets, in kennels or in the pantry. What have I done? Gunnar's not my favorite! Maybe even Wulf isn't my favorite? What if Loki was the love of my life and I've singlehandedly and carelessly lost him? One more attempt at opening every door in the "north wing" of the house and out from my walk-in closet , in the master bathroom, pops a tiny white feathery ball of fur...


Whew...no biggie. I'm going to work now. Sorry to upset everybody so early in the morning.