Before you freak out and call child protective services, let me explain.
I was unloading the Yoys this afternoon. It is like herding cattle to get Big E, Little E (not so much), and Poodle Yoy into the house.
Big E wanted to bring some leaves in from the garage (really?) so I just shut the big garage door and walked in the house. When he was ready to come in and dirty up my clean house, he would.
I dropped Little E in his highchair to feed him. As he was stuffing food into his mouth at a world record pace, I took the opportunity to safely unload the dishwasher.
Unloading the dishwasher when Little E is on the loose is very dangerous. He has an affinity for all sharp objects and will immediately try and "help" me unload the knives.
Big E finally came in the house and brought a handful of leaves over to Little E's tray of food. As I defused the highchair situation, I noticed someone was missing from this picture.
Where was Poodle Yoy? Her home base is at the bottom of Little E's highchair eating the rain of food that falls down on her like pennies from heaven.
Silly, Mrs. Yoy, I must have accidentally left her in the garage. In the dark. In the cold. I open the door and call for her. Nothing.
I give a fake knock on the door. That usually flushes Poodle Yoy from her hiding spot. Nothing.
Then I panic. Is she outside? Is my poor, perfectly groomed poodle wandering the streets of our 'hood? It wouldn't be the first time I've done this.
I fling open the front door. Sitting about two inches from the door, staring so intently, was Poodle Yoy. It was like she was trying to will open the front door.
She ran right in the house and took her rightful spot under the highchair.
All is right with the world.
Please let me in! Please let me in! Please let me in!