Friday, September 30, 2016
One of those 1:31 am moments.
Angus has dozed off in his office. Something wakes him.
He looks out into the hall. Sophie's pen is empty. The two bolts that close the door somehow opened.
No sign of the princess. A moment of panic.
She's learnt to push the door backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards with her paw. This eventually moves the bolts so that the door opens.
She then quietly drags herself along the lower hallway and turns right into the small corridor that runs to her newly turfed courtyard. She's been trying to make it out onto the soft grass when nature takes over and she can hold it in no longer. Angus gets a bucket , a mop and some disinfectant.
This makes me laugh for two reasons.
Firstly because of the sheer determination of the little thing
Secondly because of her fastidiousness.
When she sees me she turns on her back, wags her tail and squirms with delight.
I'll probably delete this post later but will share it with any late to bed dog owners .
What a girl. What a patient.