Oh my dearest, sweetest, dingle-hopper Lucy. So this happened last Thursday morning. The boy takes Lucy out for her morning “routine” before he heads out to work. He then pops her back into the house. She usually finds her way back into the bathroom and sits by my feet while I finish getting ready. This particular morning, it was taking her a while to come find me. I gave her a quick call, and I didn’t really look, but I knew she was walking around behind me.