I came home from a shower last night presents and balloons in hand. Buddy and Hawk came up to greet me as usual and Molly bolted downstairs. She wouldn't come upstairs to eat, wouldn't go outside to go potty, nothing. This morning was the same story. She was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, shaking and panting. It took me about 30 minutes to check her over and try to coax her upstairs with food and treats. I finally realized she is terrified of the balloons that I left in the living room. I deflated them and all was right with the world. She is so weird.