Duke’s mom here.
Duke, who is afraid of thunder, gunshots, fireworks, bubble wrap (to name a few), loves to go out after dark and bark at things in the woods.
And he will usually only come back if I call and whistle and yell for him.
The other night before I was going to settle in for the night we remembered that Duke was still out (one of these days we’re going to forget!) and I stepped outside, in my jammies, and stood out on the patio calling and whistling and whistling and calling. I can usually hear his collar tags jingling which tells me he’s on his way back. And I thought I did hear them.
I don’t give up on him very often, but after calling and whistling for a very long time, I was frustrated and decided that he could just stay out (it was warm).
I turned around to go back in the house and guess who was standing directly behind me?