Dear Diary,
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.
Love,
Jack
Jack the Scottie 
I’m sorry for your inconvenience. I suppose you try your old signals to see how well trained Mom was/is.
Goodness, we didn’t know there would be a separate post from you, Jack. So now I know, you don’t like the new dog door. It’s hard to adjust to new things, we know. Give it some time and maybe you will grow to like it! Our paws are crossed for you.
McDuff & Mom
change is hard 😦 ❤
Change is only fine when it is something we decide should happen and NOT when others decide it for us. Mom batting 50/50. One dog is happy and one is definitely unhappy – such is life.
Change is never easy. Give the door some time you might find you like it. If you don’t stand your ground and make your mom open the big door for you, she did it before she can do it again.
Jack…you are sounding a little bit republican. Embrace change. There can be good on the other side. Literally!
Don’t spoil this beautiful blog with politics!