6 and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ Luke 15: 6
Have you ever been stuck and been unable to get out? I’m not talking metaphorically or those times that you were in a car stuck in the mud or on an icy road. I mean physically stuck.
Dexter has developed an odd habit of going into our middle bedroom – it used to be one of the kids’ bedrooms but now a “storage” room – and poking his nose behind the door closes it. I’ll notice in time that Comet is underfoot (and oblivious about the “lost sheep”) but Dexter has vanished. When this first started, I would think that he had been left out front of the house or had set off with Tommy. Tommy periodically comes by the house to take “his dog” off for an adventure.
Tonight a soft scratching noise lets me know that Dexter, once again, has closed the door on himself. Opening it, a confused but relieved Dexter rejoins his pack. And a biscuit makes everything all better.
I flashed back to an evening long ago – I think I was twenty or twenty-one – while staying at a buddy’s home in northern Idaho that after a long night of drinking and carousing had similar consequences. The only thing I recall was waking up in the pitch dark bedroom and the feeling of being stuck – unable to find my way out. Apparently, my friend told me later, I made my way to the corner of the room and could not find my way back out. I simply had to turn around to “free” myself.
“Stuck in a corner” became my phrase for an impossible situation for many years after that.