I came in about 10 p.m. from a friend's house across the street where I'd been to a Henn ceramics party. It was a fun night out, so I put on make-up and earrings and something other than tennis shoes for a change. So I walked in the front door (which I usually don't do), and Gracie popped her head up over the half-wall that separates the couch from the living room, and the jumped down and slunk into the living room with her tail between her legs and her ears back. Not until I spoke did she know it was me! DH said she'd been asleep, so I must've awakened her, but come on, just a little mascara freaked the dog out?!