Dogs or Tweens?

One night my husband and I were watching T.V., and to no one's surprise, I fell sound asleep in the lazy boy.  Being the loving man that he is, my husband covered me up with a blanket, and decided not to disturb me on his way to bed.  A few hours later, I felt a cool breeze.  When I came to, I realized it was February and became completely startled that I was feeling wind on my face.  When I looked around, I realized the back door was wide open, and all three of our dogs were no where to be found!  Bolting up in a shear panic, I yelled for my husband.  Just as startled and unnerved as I was, he ran outside to search for them.  I could hear him calling and calling their names, and the longer I sat there, the harder it was to remain calm.  About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and all three of our dogs came charging in.  Relieved and ready to tackle them with hugs, I stopped dead in my tracks when the stench of wet dog overfilled my nostrils.  My husband came inside our apartment shaking his head which is when I put two and two together.  The dogs had sneaked out in the middle of the night to go screw around in the pond in the back of our complex!  I don't have children yet, but this must be how a mother feels when she catches her child coming home in the middle of the night after staying up half the night worrying because it was two hours past their curfew.  Lesson learned; my husband and I always double check the dead bolt on the back door to avoid the wind from allowing our silly animals dogie freedom in the middle of the night!