I know that you are at the back door. If I am in the house, you are always at the back door. Unless of course, the door is open and you have the freedom to wander in and out, and then you choose to roll around in the grass, basking in sunlight.
You do not have to proclaim I'm at the back door and would love to come inside and give you a kiss! And give Squirmy a kiss! I'm at the back door!
You do not have to fling your bone at the door, even though you realize it makes a very loud noise heard throughout the house, to announce I am at the back door and want to know if R is inside. And I want my other toys. And I want to sleep on the rug. And I want to know where R is. You are my love and I know where you are.
You do not have to jump and exclaim Shelby Ann is barking - she is barking at a bird! She is barking at a lizard! She is barking at a cloud! Let me in! Let me in! Although I am sorry that the lizard hunter does startle and terrify you sometimes with her persistance in keeping our back yard free of other critters.
Please know that I still love you and consider you the most handsome. But that if I am busy with Squirms, your new favorite person to try and kiss, I will not be coming to the door.
If you are smart, which I fully believe you are (handsome and smart), you will teach Squirmy to open the door for you.
Love,
the person who gives you a hug each night before bed (or the person that you think each night is going to scratch your belly but just ends up giving you something humans call a hug)
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