For Christmas, Chris and I gave the dogs a dog door. We thought they would love it. As much as they are constantly whining to go outside and inside and outside and inside, we figured this would make them so very, very happy.
Daisy loves it. She runs in and out all day long. She brings her toys outside, then she runs them back inside. She sees a squirrel outside and she’s through the flap chasing it across the yard in seconds. She gets in trouble, we put her outside, and she skips in through the dog door before we’ve even turned around. She is a very busy puppy.
Big Molly? Not so much.
You know that saying, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” Well, Molly loves that saying. It’s her favorite saying.
We thought she was pitching temper tantrums because maybe she couldn’t get through the door with her old, rusty hips. So, Chris spent an entire Saturday building her a little geriatric step out the back door to make it easier for her to use.
She barked at the step for three days.
Now, she will at least get up on the step and poke her head through, but she absolutely will NOT go through the dog door without some serious protesting. Can’t you just hear her cursing us in those barks? Oh, man. She cracks me up.
But for real, Big Molly. Just go through the damn dog door, woman.