Her dad, all dressed in his work clothes, jingles Lanie's collar. He brandishes her coat. He calls to her and makes silly squeaky noises.
"Lanie! Come on! You MUST need to pee! Time for walkies! Potty? Hello?"
More jingling and waving, but Lanie does not stir. Dad decides he will eat breakfast first and drag the old girl out later.
He opens the fridge.
Lanie appears. She is simply instantly there. And she won't be moving until she gets something out of the fridge, thanks. And weren't you EVER going to walk her? Where is her coat?! Boy, you humans can be slow...