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| You get a lot by just staring at your owner. |
We are about to use our outdoor hot tub. Because Gizmo had urinated on the rugs in Grace’s office and in our bedroom, we wanted to prevent such accidents from happening. Gizmo observed me as I closed the doors to my office, Grace’s office, preventing him from erring in those places again. He knew that the next doors to be closed were to the master bedroom, a place he wanted to be because the doors to the outside might be opened for him so he could wander around while we relaxed. As I closed the hallway doors, he became a dog with focused energy. He rushed into the bedroom, went beside the easy chair and curled into a small ball, making him as inconspicuous and as small as possible. Oh, yes, that position also somehow made him heavier so that picking him up was more difficult than normal. What did Grace and I do? We smiled. We grinned like fools. We agreed that we loved him very much. Then, when I re-opened the doors and went into the hallway, he followed me, we quickly closed the doors and Gizmo was left outside, away from rugs he enjoyed urinating upon. When we returned to the bedroom and opened the door, Gizmo was resting quietly beneath a shelf in the hallway. He rushed into the bedroom and stayed very close to us as we dressed for dinner.
“If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.” Woodrow Wilson
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