I was on the phone with my husband when the sound started. It was a small whine that I couldn't identify at first. It took a minute to realize it was Oreo. The problem was I couldn't figure out where he was.
I walked to the front door and he wasn't there. I was still on the phone as I wandered the first floor looking behind chairs and under the dining room table to see if he was there. After a few minutes I yelled upstairs to the girls. They couldn't find him up there either. It wasn't until I stood in front of the basement door that I solved the mystery.
I opened the door to see Oreo sitting in the dark on the top stair just whining. His ears were down as he jumped through the door. I told my husband that I don't know how he ended up locked in the basement.
A little later that morning, I went downstairs and found lots of dog food on the stairs. When the brunette twin brought up his morning meal, she must have dropped some on the stairs. My best guess is he went down the stairs to clean-up the mess and ended up behind a closed door.
Oreo has never been fond of the basement. He will go down a few stairs if we're in the basement, but he doesn't usually wander around by himself. Somehow I doubt this latest incident will help with that fear.