Freedom!

As promised, here's what I've learned and learned to love about doggie doors.  When I first arrived after meals Mom P would open the back door, walk out, and call Cousin Fonz and me out, then watch us run downstairs to "hurry" and take care of business in the yard. After a few days, instead of waiting and watching on the upper landing, she started closing the door and going back inside to stare and poke at what she calls the "computer", which is just inside.

Imagine my surprise when my Cuz limped back up those dozen or so stairs and disappeared into the house. Upon further investigation, I discovered his scent and nose prints on a see-through panel. When I pushed, it moved enough to see inside. A time or two, Mom P called and lifted the panel enough for me to put my head in. Didn't take long to realize it would lift enough for me to slide through. Yippee!

Now that I've conquered that, its pretty much my favorite personal toy. Poor Fonzy currently has very sore paws and is going outside on a leash so he can stay on grass and doesn't have to walk on the hard concrete steps going in and out. I do hope he can join me again soon. This thing is more fun than squeaky toys!

I can only go as far as the fence, but it was very handy the day he and the humans were gone most of the day for his doctor visit. I entertained myself nicely and got into no mischief while on my own. As long as you have a secure fence, I highly recommend them! Mom P says I'm as bad as a cat, whatever that means: unable to decide whether to be inside or outside. I say, "Why settle for one or the other?"