Well, now she just has to laugh a little louder. Even if she can't see Dug, she already knows that he gets stuck in the doggy door and needs a little more wiggling to get out. Pushing herself off the bed with some effort, she wraps her hands around each other as she stretches her arms over her head, bending backwards to warm up her muscles.

"Alright! I'm glad you're okay," she yawns, bending down to tug on her boots, tucking her jeans carefully before she zips off the buttery brown leather.

Roxy then sings, "I'm coming!" as she picks up the pace, more awake now as she rushes to the door.