Where did he go?

A dog day afternoon

I walk three dogs, one is deaf, Lola, one is blind, Ralphie, and one is a puppy named Bert (dumb?) maybe.

Every time I walk into the house pandemonium ensues, Ralphie is nipping my calves, grabbing my sleeves and pant legs,  Lola is barking and wagging while Bert is jumping over my head, under my feet snd barking and yelping. This is all happening simultaneously as I try to get their leashes on.

I finally get Ralphie and Lola's harness and leashes on planning to leave Bert behind to take him to the dog park later.

Worn out already but relieved, I open the door  for our long awaited walk and there is the mailman walking straight at us with a pile of packages in his arms. He is originally from Thailand.
I see him brace himself for the onslaught as Lola and Ralphie pull to get to him, barking wildly.
Bert squeals and leaps over me as I pull the two other dogs in.

I see Bert run out of sight and holler out to the mailman "Where'd he go?"

The mail man starts calling him, "Wheredeego, come here Wheredeego."

I go to my car, open the door to fake Bert out.  He jumps in and uncontrollably pees with excitement on the seat.

"Did you get wheredeego?" asks the mailman.

Yes, thank you!

I never did correct him on Berts name.

~kao