Let the dog in!

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The oh-so-talented Hubs has been slogging away on home upgrades these past few ions years, projects that include replacing all our windows and doors.

As we he neared the time to replace our main sliding door, we debated about whether to add a doggie door for Becca.

Given this is the Let the dog in! blog, I knew it might ruin things, but also given the sheer volume of dog ins and outs happening here every day, plus my general laziness level, I might be ruined anyway.

Ultimately, our worry about raccoons coming inside caused us to vote “no” on the doggie door.

I repeat, we voted “no” on the doggie door.

Our dog, however, had other ideas.

After the Hubs installed the new sliding door (a long and painful process for me to watch the Hubs, with new problems popping up at every turn), we were shocked to find Becca outside during a time we had closed the door to keep her inside.

“Did you leave the door open?!” the Hubs asked accusingly.

“No! If you didn’t do it, it must have been the Kid!”

When in doubt, blame the minor, I always say! Sure, they always deny it, but we mature adults know the truth…

Then, a few days later, we all sat inside when Becca saw a raccoon from the window.

Moaning her desperate moan, she raced to the sliding door, front paws up on the door, and with her snout in the loop, pushed this handle, heaved the door open, and dashed out.

(see the scratches on the handle? the dog snot on the glass?)

We sat silently in shock.

Our response? To lock the door, of course! That’ll keep her in for sure, we stupidly figured.

Cut to following day: raccoon came wandering across the front yard, more moaning and dashing from the dog. Upon finding the latch flipped down, Becca took two seconds and pulled the latch up with her teeth to unlock it and then ran outside to bark ferociously.

This little latch:

Note where the white paint has been scratched off on the latch.

At this point, if this were other than a “family blog” as the Hubs calls it, I’d mentioned the dire laundry need we had to clean our pants from what bodily functions occurred when we saw our dog unlock the new door.

As you might guess, the Hubs is real excited about this recent development. And this creation of the most expensive doggie door ever made.

To make matter worse, even with this superdog power, when she is less motivated or less rushed to get outside she has the nerve to scratch at the door for me to open it.

Sure, she tries to get back on my good side.

I’ll admit, it is hard to stay mad at that furry, bearded, door-opening, door-ruining pooch.

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