And then I realized there were fireworks on the closing credits and Ascii is afraid of fireworks. So, what I took to be adorable indecisiveness was actually a thought process of 'flee to the bedroom! Dad will protect me! Shit, more fireworks, back under the table, the table will protect me! Okay, now flee, flee for your--ack, fireworks, back under the table!'.
In other adventures, Ascii figured out how to get out of the yard again. Mum called her to come in and she trotted over from the back-door neighbour's yard. Dad couldn't figure out how she got back there, but managed to discern she shimmied through a very small gap.
Annnnd, that's why Scottish Terriers are not dogs for everyone. Just people who like to be simultaneously amused and frustrated.