This morning, after feeding Elvis, I offer him his usual cookie for dessert, but he ever-so-politely declines. What the...?
Instead, he looks out the sliding glass door and then looks back at me with a worried expression on his gentle face. Out the window again, back at me, back and forth, back and forth. Clearly, something is bothering my dog. What is it, Lassie? What are you trying to tell me? I follow his gaze and look out the window towards my small yard, half-expecting to see an intruder of some sort, maybe a roaming rat or rabid raccoon. Nothing.
Then I notice that his doggie door is locked. And with a jolt, I remember that when I was power-washing the windows, I had locked his doggie door to prevent leakage -- over 15 hours ago. Despite having two meals since then, Elvis had "held it" without a single accident in the house. Not an easy feat, which was evident when I unlocked the door and he immediately bolted outside.
The boy's getting extra belly rubs and kisses tonight. Not to mention a few strips of roasted chicken with his dinner. I think he's earned it.
Instead, he looks out the sliding glass door and then looks back at me with a worried expression on his gentle face. Out the window again, back at me, back and forth, back and forth. Clearly, something is bothering my dog. What is it, Lassie? What are you trying to tell me? I follow his gaze and look out the window towards my small yard, half-expecting to see an intruder of some sort, maybe a roaming rat or rabid raccoon. Nothing.
Then I notice that his doggie door is locked. And with a jolt, I remember that when I was power-washing the windows, I had locked his doggie door to prevent leakage -- over 15 hours ago. Despite having two meals since then, Elvis had "held it" without a single accident in the house. Not an easy feat, which was evident when I unlocked the door and he immediately bolted outside.
The boy's getting extra belly rubs and kisses tonight. Not to mention a few strips of roasted chicken with his dinner. I think he's earned it.
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Good boy, Elvis, good boy!
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