Lost in translation

The other day I let Lolly out to potty a few minutes before I had to leave for work.  When it was time to leave she still wasn't back.  I called and called for her but she never came.  Finally, Wolfey walked over, giving me the "Mom, you're doing it wrong" look and strolled outside.  Within a minute he was back, with Lolly in tow.  I guess until I find an English to dog dictionary, at least I have a translator!