Sadie spends a lot of time in our front yard – enjoying the fresh air, sniffing the windborne news, surveying her domain, and alerting me whenever FedEx, UPS, the Postal Service or a service technician approaches our yard or the neighbors on either side. When she’s ready to come inside, she rings her “Doggy Doorbell,” a white disk not quite as thick as a hockey puck.
We have a glass “storm door” and I occasionally leave the interior door open so we can enjoy sunshine in the foyer. I passed the door early one night just as Sadie rang the bell, but instead of waiting to be let in, I saw that she turned immediately and dashed out into the front yard. It wasn’t October, but the image came to mind of a mischievous kid playing Trick-or-Treat at Halloween.
I opened the door and laughed my way toward where she had plopped down in the grass.
“Are you playing games with me,” I asked? I intended to give her a belly rub but before I got to her, she hopped up and zoomed two circles around me, ending up at the front door, waiting to go inside.
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from Jim in North Carolina