Emma and I ordered pizza for dinner ... I put the pizza on the counter and grabbed the leashes to take the dogs outside before we ate. BUT I couldn't find Bentley ... we looked all over the house ... all his usual hiding spots ... but no Ben.
During the search, the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy ... who had found a small dog riding in his car after he pulled out of our driveway. Yes, Bentley. He handed him over and said, "cute dog". Sigh.