So yesterday was a really terrible day where absolutely everything went wrong I was headed back to work after my lunch break after a crazy morning when I stupidly backed my car into my garage door, shattering my back windshield. So then I had to get my dad to drive me back to work. 3 hours later I pull up in front of my house and my front door is WIDE open (I must not have pulled it all the way closed on my rush out the door!) Of course I'm panicking trying to get out the vehicle to make sure my puppy is still in the house, and then he saunters on out and sits so nicely on the front step (I almost wish I had taken a picture), just watching and waiting for someone to come home. SO, SO glad he didn't decide to take himself on an adventure, and get lost or hit by a car. Door was open for 3 hours and he didn't leave. I was so impressed and VERY, VERY thankful. Ugh, could have gone sooo much worse.