He was really open for business early this morning. It’s like quarter past five and I haven’t had my coffee yet but I’m wandering around getting dressed – and no sooner do I put the revolver on my belt than he runs to the door…
…stump of a tail wagging madly, ready for action. Usually he’s only intent on making sure breakfast happens ASAP but he seemed sure I was going to go off and leave him early in the morning like I did yesterday. Guessing he decided that preempting that if possible trumped breakfast…
Can tb make it through that doggy door? Looks like a tight fit at best.
No, that’s made for the cats I no longer have. Also he thinks doggie doors are part of a school of black magic to which he is not an initiate.
Dogs are masters at manipulating their human “masters”.
No more stuck at home Tin Man , Let’s go for a ride….