I assumed my most best of show stance with front paws firmly placed on the door sill and waited. With my good left eye I could see towards the driveway and street. The water was beginning to flow more quickly. I gently tapped on the door. I didn t want to scratch the door frame or glass.
Mom really doesn t like that at all.
Mom opened the door and she was so delighted to see me. She thought that it was just great that I would wait at the door for someone to open it. Hey, I wasn t about to get out into that weather. I d love to break free and romp around, but today did not look that good. I listened to her go on and on about my waiting at the door.