So six doors down our street and NO the doors aren't cool like these, just normal suburbian doors, but six doors down is the mailbox and back entrance to our local city park.
With the grand success of Mattie's off leash endeavors last weekend, it led our leader to believe she would linger close by his side while taking our new little dumb dumb out on a leash for a potty break. From what I heard, it didn't quite work out that way. Apparently instinct or habit if you prefer took over and she dashed...full out stretched out ran all the way to the mailbox, put on the doggie brakes and looked back to find the leader still in the front yard with the little man Steve. He yelled "get back here" and she dashed....full out ran all the way back, passed up the pottying pug and her leader and went straight to the door and in order to avoid a scolding she wanted to show she had proper door etiquette and was waiting with heavy breathing for someone to open the front door and let her in.
She is genuinely amazing and we love her.
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