Reagan is really too smart for her own good. And by smart, I mean not so blessedly oblivious to what's going on around her. As I was packing up Molly's (John and Lisa's dog) stuff so that she could go home, Reagan thought that I was packing up her stuff and that she was going somewhere. I then made the mistake of going to get something out of my car, so she followed me, hopped in, and WOULD NOT COME OUT. I literally had to pull her out of there. Gotta love her!
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