She’s standing up there so big and powerful-looking, but we know she left us alone all day without even a morning run. I tried to stop her. She hung this suit and blouse on her closet door last night, and went to sleep.
I knew something was up, so I thought if I just could hide her clothes, she couldn’t go. I got the blouse down off the hanger and into the back yard, but I couldn’t get the jacket or the pants down. And I’m not sure I could have gotten them through the dog door.
So she realized the blouse was missing. She tracked it out into the yard this morning and rescued it. And then she combed her hair and left the house.
I don’t care what the other humans thought. From a pupperspective, this day was not a success.