This is my dog door. Elegant, isn't it? I'd like to give a big shout out to the person who built it for me...I think his name is Eric...I've seen him on tv, but he's pretty good with a saw and a hammer, too. At first I was a little afraid to go near it. Isn't that silly? I still catch myself scratching at the back door to go out. Unless the gardener shows up. Then I'm out that dog door like a bat out of hell, teeth snarling, saliva dripping.
The door is a little tight for me. My sides rub. Also, it was quite a drop on the other side, but now we have nice doggie steps to make it easier. Dougal fits through it just fine. I think they measured him instead of me when building it. I actually think my person keeps my food portions down just so I will fit!
I think it could use a red carpet, don't you?
Sometimes, when I really don't feel like going through this thing, I just pee on the floor in front of it. I don't know why they get so mad about that.
Hannah
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