All I seem to be doing all day, every day is opening doors for dogs. And for cats.
With the dogs it's like this. I come to the kitchen, sit my bum on a chair at the table. Dog, usually Millie, comes to kitchen from sitting room (where she has been napping on the couch). She stands at the door, I get up and let her out. I wait at the door. Any second now she will bark. Other dog, Blackie (we didn't name him) comes running from sitting room (where he has been napping on other couch). "I wanna go out ! I wanna go out ! There is something I need to see and bark at too ! "
It's okay, I'm still there, I can open the door, like a doorman at a fancy hotel.
"Oh, man ! There is nothing to see here ! Can you let me back in ? "
Sometimes he waits till my bum hits the chair again. Blackie comes back in, Millie not. She'll wait another minute and then I see her head sticking out over the door panel, looking in through the window. Indignant. "Oi ! I'm waiting !"
Often, she will just stand there, gazing in the distance, letting a bark escape. And there is Blackie ! "Out, out out !" And on automatic pilot, I open the door once more.
Can't wait for spring and summer to arrive, when the door is open the whole bloody day, weather or no weather.
The cats. Well... they are always on the wrong side of any door in the house, aren't they ?
Oh, they do have a couple of cat doors, but why use them when there is someone around to do all the work for you ?
It is my fault. I did this. I haven't brought them up properly. And they take me for a ride !
Have a good weekend, dears.