My husband texted me that he was having a shrinking attack just before he shrank too small to use the phone. At less than an inch tall, he was in trouble being lost in the house.
I figured I could use our dog to track him down since it would know his scent. The dog immediately found him, and then scooped him up and chomped him down as a snack. I guess I didn't think that plan through enough. That pooch is not getting dinner since he wanted to pull that stunt.
