I'm at my old house on Miles Court. It's night, and it seems like I've been absent a while. The house seems cold and unoccupied, like I just came in and turned on one or two lights. I have three dogs that need to go potty, so I open the door between the garage and the kitchen, so that they can go out using the doggie door on the back door of the garage (incidentally, in real life, there was never a doggie door there).

Two of the dogs (perhaps Bella and Charlie; both dogs are small) go directly out the doggie door, but the third is a tiny puppy, small enough to fit in both hands, who starts to pee on the floor of the garage, thinking that's where I let them out to go. I pick him up to chastise him (gently, of course) and I try to scold him but I can't remember his name.