Just now I was in the kitchen making chocolate milk. Tandra and the dogs were upstairs. Suddenly the dogs both came downstairs, which is odd - they prefer the Bedroom, and Tandra had hot food. They were standing there looking at me, wagging their tails, so I said to them, "What are you guys doing? Did you hear me messing around in the kitchen and think you were going to get some food? Well you're not." And at that exact moment both dogs turned around and walked out of the kitchen.