I hate it when my dog is smarter than me...

This morning Anthony left for work before me, which doesn't happen really ever at all. After the dogs were finished with their meal, I opened the back door to let them roam outside and take care of their business before I had to gate them into the laundry room for the day. A few minutes later I gathered my things and grabbed two treats out of the pantry. Wrex was right at my heels which is exactly where he spends most of his time when I am at home. I went to the back door and began to call Zoe into the house. She really likes to ignore me when I call her inside, and so, over the years I have developed little tricks to get her inside. One of them is to knock on the door. I called her name for about a minute and then began knocking on the door. A few minutes later I was growing pretty frustrated that she still hadn't come inside yet. So finally I turned around to look at Wrex and saw Zoe standing in the doorway into the laundry room. She had been there all along and now she was just staring at me and seemed to be trying to figure out why I was calling her because she was already inside. I wish I had a picture of the look on her face to share with you.