Six years ago, we lived in a house with sliding glass doors that led to the patio. There was also a sliding screen door to let in fresh air. The screen door squeaked slightly when we moved it, and Rocky seemed to think a mouse or some other animal lived inside. He would run to the door and stand there waiting for “Mousie” (our name) to come out. He would have stayed there all day if we’d let him.
Our new house also has a sliding screen door, and the first time I opened it, Rocky ran to it and did this:
I can’t believe he remembers. It’s been six years. And this door doesn’t even squeak. Every time Rocky stands there waiting, I have to say, “Mousie is gone, Rocky. All gone.” Then he gives up the vigil. Until the next time. What goes through a dog’s mind? I need the Dog Whisperer. 🙂
And please excuse the clutter–we’re still unpacking.
Great weekend, everyone!