It's a bird, it's a plane... No, it's your dog

So ever since we moved in, I have been really wanting to get our doggie door put in.  It was a major selling feature of the house for Pat, and due to a slight miscommunication (don't laugh Mom), the builders took it out.  Well, they finally reinstalled it yesterday, and so Hershey can come and go from the garage to the backyard as he wants.  That is, if he isn't too scared. 

When I got home, he was cowering in the back yard with just his nose through the corner of it.  His eyes were very reproachful and he seemed to be saying, what is this new torture I'm in for?  So I very kindly went over and held the flap up and tried to explain to him how he could come through.  He wasn't really interested so I went into the laundry room and shut the door behind me, but didn't lock it.  Then I decided I should go out and get the mail.  So I went through the front door, and for some unknown reason, decided to leave it slightly ajar.  I bet you know what comes next. LOL, sadly, I didn't see it coming.

I was to the corner of the house when suddenly I was passed by a brown streak.  After staring across the road at the neighbor's yard, when I realized it was a dog.  And then the horrible moment when I realized it was MY dog.  Somehow he made it from the backyard through the doggy door, was able to push open the closed laundry room door, run through the living room and straight out the front door without me noticing him!

The only way I could lure him back through the house and into the garage was with a piece of stale baloney I found in our fridge.  He loves the dog door now, he spends most of his time outside, and every day I drag his blanket and crocodile pillow back into the house so he can sleep on it at night, and every day he drags Crocky and the blanket outside again.  Silly dog...