old house. good dog.

My front door is charming, but doesn't latch easily, especially in wet weather. I pull it shut then try to push it open to make sure it's shut. Usually.

Today when Neal and I came back to my house after four hours of volunteering at the Raptor Center, he asked, why is the front door open? Wide open. And there was my good good good[*] dog Aiko, nobly resisting the temptation to nudge open the screen door, which doesn't latch easily either, and come out to greet us.


[*]Aiko says he might have gone out and had an adventure and let himself in again, like Dief. You just don't know.