I realize this morning that I haven't heard my dog for a while. I go outside.
I notice that the door downstairs is closed. Usually I leave the door open so that I don't accidentally forget he's inside. Zhuoma seems to have closed it when moving some things from what was previously her shop back to the house.
"Uh oh," I think, "he's starved to death in there."
I push open the door and call out some more. Still no repsonse.