So this morning, even before the sun comes up, I'm up and letting the dogs out. I had spent some time playing with Mo and Cody before letting them out. Lexy and Squirt rarely want to play in the morning and Jester usually sleeps until I make him get up. So as I let the dogs out, I notice Jester isn't with the group. I go to his usual napping spots- - -no Jester. I even checked twice, still no sign. At this point, I'm starting to get worried. I know he didn't go outside with the other dogs. Then I felt a panic come on when I thought that just maybe I might have left him outside overnight! So in my jammies and slippers I search my yard (it's still dark mind you and I'm worried he's frozen to death, though I don't think it got below freezing last night), under bushes, by the shed in the corners, under the patio furniture- -no Jester. Okay, so I'm just about hyperventilating now. I ran back into the house and searched again, nothing. Went outside again, nothing. It's 6:30 in the morning, I'm in tears thinking I've lost this poor, sweet, old dog somehow and I turn around and what do I see in my back door window?? Yup, you guessed it, Jester, the little stinker. He's looking up all sleepy eyed and cozy, I guess trying to figure out what all the whistling and clapping is and why the door keeps opening and closing. Apparently, he decided to climb up over a paint can and onto my laundry basket (note: please ignore the laundry, and remember this dog was dumped because he wouldn't do stairs? Whatever. . .) I passed him a bunch of times and didn't even notice. Anyway, once again, Jester makes me smile and I continue to wonder how anyone could ever let this funny little dog go. Of course, once all the commotion was over, you can see that he curled up and went back to sleep. I on the other hand was wide awake.
So this morning, even before the sun comes up, I'm up and letting the dogs out. I had spent some time playing with Mo and Cody before letting them out. Lexy and Squirt rarely want to play in the morning and Jester usually sleeps until I make him get up. So as I let the dogs out, I notice Jester isn't with the group. I go to his usual napping spots- - -no Jester. I even checked twice, still no sign. At this point, I'm starting to get worried. I know he didn't go outside with the other dogs. Then I felt a panic come on when I thought that just maybe I might have left him outside overnight! So in my jammies and slippers I search my yard (it's still dark mind you and I'm worried he's frozen to death, though I don't think it got below freezing last night), under bushes, by the shed in the corners, under the patio furniture- -no Jester. Okay, so I'm just about hyperventilating now. I ran back into the house and searched again, nothing. Went outside again, nothing. It's 6:30 in the morning, I'm in tears thinking I've lost this poor, sweet, old dog somehow and I turn around and what do I see in my back door window?? Yup, you guessed it, Jester, the little stinker. He's looking up all sleepy eyed and cozy, I guess trying to figure out what all the whistling and clapping is and why the door keeps opening and closing. Apparently, he decided to climb up over a paint can and onto my laundry basket (note: please ignore the laundry, and remember this dog was dumped because he wouldn't do stairs? Whatever. . .) I passed him a bunch of times and didn't even notice. Anyway, once again, Jester makes me smile and I continue to wonder how anyone could ever let this funny little dog go. Of course, once all the commotion was over, you can see that he curled up and went back to sleep. I on the other hand was wide awake. 
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