Mom locked me in the Casa Burrow bathroom, and I had to yip to be let out. I have a dog bed in the bathroom, so comfort was not an issue, but who locks a trusted companion in any room? Spaced-out parents? My parental units must know that I'm too low down to open the door. I ran around the house after I was released. My heart beat fast. Sometimes life is stressful for a little dog, so I took a nap. This restored my bark-life balance.