The worst thing ever came to our house. It is called a Dog Door.
It is the tiniest door ever. Instead of Mom opening the door for me when I want to come in and go out, I am supposed to poke my head through a plastic flap and jump through.
My whole life it has been the same. Until now.
I used to ring the bell on the door and Mom got up and open the door for me. When I wanted to come back in, I barked and Mom got up and opened the door for me to come inside. Everything is different now and I don’t like it. (The old door worked fine.)
I did find one nice thing. My sister and I can put our noses out the door and smell the outside.
Until next time.