A Door of My Own

 I'm taking some time from Pancake Sunday to let you all know that apparently I'm getting my own personal door!

I'm not quite sure where it's going, someplace in the kitchen, but there's already a door there that Bleeder and Toast let me in, out, in, out, in, out, in.

When I want to be let in, but nobody is available at that very second to let me in, I politely knock on the door with my entire body, over and over until they run to let me in. Something about breaking the glass makes this undesirable to them.

Therefore, they went door shopping for me the other day. Disappeared for an hour, came back. Few days later someone came to the house to measure the glass door to make sure the new door fits, so I guess that means the new door is going where the old door is.

They showed me a picture of it and it's a little door within a door. How amazing! A little door just for me!  It's got a flap with a magnet to keep pests out, but I will be allowed to come and go as I please now! No more waiting for them to come up the deck stairs to let me in while I fling myself at the door so I can go inside and get a drink of water because either my outside dog bowl is empty, or not sufficiently filled with muck for me to drink out of. Muck adds flavor instead of the cold, pristine, filtered water that comes from the fridge. Sometimes I prefer drinking from the mud puddles that form in my well crafted yard holes. For some odd reason they don't want me to do that either.

I was a bit off put by the fact that they got me the XL dog door... I'm not that big, but then I realized that there was sufficient space to drag in a large limb, all of my toys and possibly...

Now we have to wait for the door to get delivered and the installation people to come and I'll be free to come and go as I please. 

I'm very excited about all of the possibilities!