When One Door Opens

You are expecting me to say when one door opens...another one closes.  This week we're talking doggy doors, so when one opens for Pete's sake go through it.

There has been some reluctance.  Layla and Addy were semi-willing participants - particularly when treats were involved.  Mick, however, gave me the stink eye and flipped me off.  Repeatedly.  Now I don't blame him.  Skinny opening, unknown destination.  Good likelihood of the door will swing shut right behind you.  Truthfully, my dogs don't have much experience with little tunnels out of the house, or into the house.  I bet we all have fears of new things like this.  Fear of the unknown.  It doesn't help that Mick is the least treat or toy motivated dog I know.

So we added an incentive.  For Mick it's a full bladder.  When you really gotta go, you go through scary holes in the wall to the tree's that call beyond.  If you gotta go, there is one way out.  Luckily he has willing role models.  Willing role models and a great need to pee.  

So at this point they are going in and out with an assist with the door.  Except for one boy who only goes when he really has to.  Now Layla and Addy did try to go through simultaneously.  In this case there was a will but no freaking way.  One skinny pointer and one full figured lab/pointer mix just will not fit, but it was amusing.

So we're learning new things about doors.  Good things happen when they open. Pretty soon they'll be going through like steam rollers.  Except for Mick, who will still flip me off on his way out.