About ten minutes later, I walked back into the office and he wasn't in there. No Loki in the kitchen, bathroom, or front room, either. Asked Paul where he was. He didn't know.
Opened the front door, and there stood Loki on the front porch, all wigged out and full of anxiety. I felt *terrible* over it!
Britt, you know how he jumps up on you and he growls a nervous growl? Well, he did that for a long time with Paul and me. He was upset over the whole ordeal, and I can't say I blame him one bit.
Poor Hannibal Loakter*! ;-(