Our little R. Kelly

Lazlo just came down the stairs, trailed by Ramona and Wren. He asked me, "Prior to just now, when is the last time you've seen the dog?"

"Hmm... that would be many hours ago. Maybe this morning before we left the house to run some errands. Now that I think about it, it's weird that she didn't come greet us when we got home."

At this moment Lazlo is having yet another conversation with Wren about how it's not okay to shut Ramona in the bedroom closet and poor Ramona is enjoying a very very long pee in our tiny strip of a yard. Poor poor Ramona. She was only discovered because Wren decided that the closet was "the barn" and Lazlo, or "daddy-horse" as he's currently known, needed to go to sleep in the barn. I'm sure we would have found her eventually, the next time we went to hang something up (ha...).