I can be next door, thinking about going for a walk, and whichever dog I'm thinking about taking is, by the time I get there, doing his or her uniquely individual IMAGOINGFERWALKS celebration. It's not their YOU'REBACK celebration (which really isn't a celebration, more of a *boutdamntime* sulk ) It's definitely IMAGOINGFERWALKS. Tallulah's even got a special Going Strutting aria. It starts before I get in the door. I can hear it coming across the yard. They know. Without a word, without the leash, without me so much as glancing at the leash, without me even THERE, before I even get in the door. And they know which one of them is going.