It Isn't Easy to Misplace Asher in the House!

But, I looked all over for him. Not on my bed, or under it. Not in Auntie Sharon's room or his room, or at his perch in the hallway. Not on the living room chair he loves, or on the couch where he guards the house. Not in the kitchen. The garage door is closed and so is the basement door. Where could he be (this is beginning to sound like Where's Spot?, the book by Eric Hill!) I tried opening his cabinet door and jiggling a bag which will usually get him to come running, but still, no Asher. So, finally, in desperation, I said WOOF! and heard a WOOF in response - he'd closed himself into the bathroom for no apparent reason. He got a piece of chicken jerky as a consolation prize for being found!