Dog was gone.
I looked around for her. Looked in the bedroom, looked in the living room, looked in the kitchen. No dog. Then I looked in the bathroom, and there she was, in the tub.
Waiting to get her foots washed.
The last time we did this was after I got back from the Gulag and tore up the yard. Then it was a pretty regular thing whenever it rained. "In the tub" was the command, and it was actually a pretty dog-happy thing; it was a lot of attention like petting, then some playful toweling off.
But she made the connection today, all by herself.
When stuff like that happens, it's a little bit of magic.