The Doggie Door Blues

Yes, life continues to be centered around teaching a little English Coon hound/Greyhound girl how we roll at the Hasty Street Retirement Home for Greyhounds. Bed battles are not as intense. Furniture was moved today so that we could place both dog beds in the bedroom in cozy hidden nooks. We hope it makes them happy. The handyman we hire to repair the broken foot on the large wardrobe will smile no doubt.



Hope's foster mom has a doggie door and we were told this doggie knows how to use it. Tell me. Is this the face of a dog familiar and comfortable with the workings of a doggie door? She stands outside and stares in. You can see her eyes begging, for the love of all that is holy, will you please open the door?! A nose pushes open the corner, then retreats. She whimpers. She lies down on the porch in the sun. She watches us through the door. We know she can do it. She's gone back and forth many times. She simply hates the thing and wishes we would open the door for her. We wait. Suddenly, her head pushes through the flap followed by the whole dog and she is in! Each day we think tomorrow will be easier. Is it? Not so much.