I was so scared the other day! I usually get up around 5:30 AM to go potty. Motch opens the door to the deck and I run down the stairs, do my business, and head back inside.
I was outside relieving myself when all of a sudden a big monster of a dog named MOOSE ran over to my yard! He ran right up to Motch and wanted to be scratched, and then he started to HOWL! He's a golden retriever who lives next door, but I've only seen him from a distance -- never up close -- and when he came over, I took off running.
Motch had no idea where I was, so she frantically called for PA, who came to help find me. He looked in the front yard and Motch stood in the back yard calling my name over and over again. I stayed right where I was, hiding under the deck in the pitch black early morning hour, until I could stop shaking enough to inch my way out from under cover. And once I was back inside the house, I immediately went to my crate to find more shelter in this time of storm.
I'm no dummy; I'm much more cautious when I go outside these days, especially when it's dark.