Here are some pics from Friday night:
On the way back to Memphis I had the pleasure of stopping at this lovely gas station outside of Nashville:
When I was inside, Rob was in charge of taking the dogs out to use the bathroom (one of the joys of traveling with 3 dogs). I walked back to the car only to see Rob looking very distraught and bothered. I started to panic because I thought maybe one of my children (the dogs) got away. Rob had left the keys in the ignition while he was walking each dog, one by one, to the grassy knoll by the parking lot. He proceeded to tell me that while he was taking Apple to use the restroom, Miss P stepped on the door lock button and locked him out. I was so mad and started to freak out saying, "What on Earth are we going to do now?" ... all the while, Miss P was sitting in the driver seat just chillin' starring at us. Finally, we figured out that if we ran back and forth from one side of the car to the other, she would walk back and forth from window to window to see us and maybe step on the door lock button again to unlock the doors. After doing this for a good 5 minutes and looking like total freaks at the gas station, she FINALLY stepped back on the button and unlocked the doors.
Here is a little picture I snapped while we were locked out of her just starring at us, probably thinking, "Joke's on you guys".
Here's the culprit: