So I went to put the dogs in their kennels and Mazie didn’t come when I called. Strange. But Speak was there, so I figured I’d put him in his kennel and then go track down Mazie.
When we got downstairs Speak wouldn’t go in his kennel. He trotted towards it like he usually does but then came up short at the door and wouldn’t go in. I was about to force him in when I realized there was something in the kennel he didn’t like: Mazie.
There was Mazie, sitting in Speak’s kennel, which is about two-thirds the size of her own kennel. Weird little dog.