I just posted about Milo on Wednesday, I know. I normally wouldn’t return to a dog so soon but …
Milo is what I call a simple dog. He struck me as such almost right away. I assure you that I say this with a high degree of affection and appreciation. Some of my all-time favorite dogs fall into the “simple” category. It does, however, require one to adjust expectations just a little.
The other morning I couldn’t find Milo. I walked through the house glancing in every room. Nowhere to be seen. Guess I missed him. Retraced my steps this time walking into each room. By the time I got to the other side of the house I was in a panic. Until I realized the door was shut on the only room I hadn’t checked: The small bathroom right in front of me. Sure enough, there he was.
I figured out what happened. It’s a small bathroom. Once he goes in the door he has to move either left toward the shower or right to the toilet. As any self-respecting dog would, he went right. Oh, and he wears a cone in the house so when he goes right he can’t help but start shutting the door. Then he turns around and nudges the door some more so there’s only a crack of an opening. Next he pushes on the door in an effort to escape and the door shuts completely. And Milo is standing in the dark wondering what the heck happened.
Could happen to any dog right? I guess. And this escapade alone is not evidence of his being simple. No, it isn’t. Having now done the same exact thing 10 times, however, does tend to make a stronger case for it.