If my dog had thumbs, continued……
“Oh the doorbell!” My dog jumps out of a sound sleep, “Someone is here!” She spins in a complete circle, unable to contain her excitement.
As she slides across the tile floor she tries to grip the floor with her paws. Unsuccessful, she crashes into the front door. She stands, shakes off the door crash and stares at the front door.
My dog knows there is a rule about this door and the sound of the doorbell. But what is it? The door bell rings again. She can’t stand the idea of a potential friend standing on the other side of this wood barrier. “What if it is someone that wants to scratch my ears?”
She paces around the entry hall, “What is that rule?” As she ponders, the door bell rings again. “That’s it!” She lunges toward the door. “I was given these thumbs for a reason, I better use them!”
She opens the door and stares at the man standing in front of her. He has a badge hanging from his shirt, a clip board in one hand and a pen in the other hand.
“Hi, my name is Steve, I’m selling magazines.” They stare at each other.
“Do you want to scratch my ears?” My dog pants with excitement.
“We have this magazine about cats.” Steve holds the cat magazine at eye level for my dog to view.
“That’s a funny looking dog.” She sniffed the picture then looked back up at Steve. “Do you want to scratch my ears?”
They stare at each other. Steve finally breaks the silence, “I’ll just leave that magazine with you.”
My dog stares at the picture of the cat, “That is a funny looking dog.” She closes the door, using her thumbs and sighs, “he didn’t scratch my ears.”