I was getting ready to leave the house for an appointment sans dog.
It didn’t seem quite possible. I could see the dog was getting excited all on her own. Her whole body language was screaming, “I’m going out!”
She was so self-absorbed, all she did was face the door as close as possible, wagging her tail all the while. She wasn’t looking at me, and it didn’t matter that she did not have her collar and lead on her. It was as if there was just this one dominant thought in her one track mind, and she could entertain no other possibility. She was going out. And so she crowded at the door, waiting expectantly.
I thought I would open the door a little so I could slip out while still keeping her in. I must have been a fool.
