Little Prince Dozey Boy

His name is really Dozer. I just like to shorten things up a bit. Ya know? Like a nickname.
I thought I lost him yesterday. I get teary eyed just thinking about it even now. Now that I know he is safe and sound and okay. I guess I am not that safe and sound or okay. I don't know what it is with me.
YD had a class to go to last night. Dozer is a whiney little boy when YD isn't around, so she didn't want to leave him by himself. (It's my version of getting to watch the grandkids) She called and told me she was going to drop him off, and I said fine, but I wouldn't be home until later. That was okay, she has a key.
I got home, expecting Dozer to be at the house with my two furbabies. I pulled up and they were all singing at the top of their lungs. Dozer's a natural leader when it comes to howling, everyone joins in. I came in the house and my two greeted me, the back door was wide open and Dozer was no where in sight. I PANIC-ed! I also had to go over the hill to pay a bill and had no time to really look for him. He has a tendency to wander about and look for YD. He adores his girl! I drove around a couple of blocks, then a couple of more blocks, and didn't see him. I had to get over the hill, and decided that I would look more when I got home.
I got over there and back as soon as I could, stopped to pick up a few things I needed at the grocery store and headed home. The whole time dreading that I would still not be able to find him.
I pull up to the house, and hear the singing again. I'm thinking my damned dogs are taunting me. They never make these kinds of noises unless Dozer is with them. I come in the house, and here's Dozer! I just completely fell apart. I kept asking him where he came from and crying and petting him and hugging him. And asking him more where he came from. He was very obliging in getting all up on me and whining with me and wagging his tail and giving kisses. I felt like a goof, breaking down like that, but I couldn't help myself. I love this dog to bits. He is so sweet and we had a heck of a time getting him back from some mean people when my daughter was gone last year.
What had happened was that YD was running behind while I was running behind. She got to the house later than I thought she would and hadn't even been here by the first time I got home. I came in, lost it, thought I lost Dozer and left to go look for him and then go over the hill. While I was out looking, she came by dropped him off and left. We had to have missed each other by mere seconds! I am still traumatized by it.
When she got back from her class I told her what I had done and I got a hug from her for it and a promise to make sure that if she ever drops him off again, she will make sure that he can't get out of the house. And I tried to promise that I wouldn't worry so damned much, cause I know that is part of my problem here. I can't help it.