so...I let the girls out to pee before their dinner last night. I ran to the bedroom to change into my sweats when I heard the front door open. I thought "OMG, Daddy's home!" and he had come in the front door since the girls met him at the truck like they do. I bolt into the living room saying: "did you find Daddy, Pups?"
No Daddy...just the girls running around the staircase since they heard to word "Daddy" and the front door swinging in the wind.
Lady had opened the front door with her own paws. Purposefully even cuz I know I shut it tightly and when she opened it I heard the latch on the handle clank.
What a talanted puppy. Who needs a doggy door?
