Another dog story. Our back door opens to a sun room that opens to the kitchen. When my late Norfolk Terrier, Chase, was a puppy, I installed a doggie gate between the kitchen and sun room, until I could train him not to bound out the back door whenever I opened it.
Well, I got him trained to stop at the gate without having to close the gate, my last step before removing the gate. At least I thought he was trained. I went out one morning to get the newspaper, and like a good little puppy, he stopped at the gate instead of following me out the door.
But when I was returning up the driveway, I saw him at the floor-to-ceiling window next to the outside door, watching me return to the house. I figured I would have to come in and correct him.
However, when I turned the door knob, I heard his feet scramble across the floor as fast as they would go. And when I got the door ajar, there was Chase, standing at the gate like he was supposed to, intently wagging his tail.
And all I could do was
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