My dog is a magician

I wasn't even going to blog today.  Once I woke up, I went for a long trail run and thought, while mid-run, that blogging would require too much effort for today.  But then I got home and discovered that Bowie, my Bowie, had escaped. 

Jenna and I are in the habit of putting George and Bowie in the solarium whenever we go somewhere and either of us won't be home.  The solarium is perfect for this as there is absolutely nothing in it for destroying and it's a rather large room for playing and running around in.  But Bowie escaped. 

Luckily, she's not the type, like George, to want to run away and be free forever.  She stayed in the backyard.  But the question is, how the hell did she get out in the first place?  Both doors in the solarium were closed and locked.  Two of the windows were open but there are screens on them and the screens show no sign of having been moved.  Unless Bowie knows how to take the screen off and put it back on once she's outside.  But I doubt it.

I can only narrow it down to something that is high off the ground because George hadn't gone anywhere and believe me, he would if he could.  But he's a short little half Corgi, and Bowie has long coyote legs.  Plus, she can out jump most basketball players.

I stood out in the solarium and investigated for about twenty minutes trying to figure it out.  I have absolutely no idea. 
 

I just don't understand how she can go from being so mysterious, majestic and smart.  Like this:

And then go to being so stupid.  Like this: