It's about time! Do you dogs have half a brain?

I don't often post. I am content to observe family life from my box upon the filing cabinet for I know that my very soul permeates the life of the family.

Last night, Mom was quite certain that Mulligan and Pennie were OUTSIDE. She could clearly see Middle Lad at his desk. Besides, he is not one to voluntarily expend any extra effort. Mom was working with Little Lad. Suddenly, great heathenous beasts came trampling in, marching their paws all over Little Lad's homework.

Finally, Mulligan and Pennie figured out how to open the back porch sliding doors. That, for the record, is a feat that I accomplished in ONE DAY.

Mulligan. I am not surprised that he has not opened the door. As much of a egotistical A$$ that he is, he does have the shred of decency to respect some, the key word of course being "some", RULES. He will stay behind a baby/dog gate. He stays inside the Invisible Fence. The back porch door for Mulligan would constitute a Rule. I am not surprized then that in the 3 plus years he has been here that he has not opened it.

Pennie. Pennie has no regard for rules. Baby/dog gates are meant to be leapt over or crashed through. Kitchen counters are meant to be walked upon. How then, could it take her over one year to learn to open the back porch door?

Truly, dogs of today are such slackers. It must be the video games, the DVRs, the paw mail and all the other luxuries that I never had. I repeat. It took me all of one day to learn to open a patio door.

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