Gunnar is usually in the kitchen to avoid the inevitable game of "grab ass" in the living room which always leads to things getting knocked over. This evening, he was being mellow, so I left the gate open so he could come and go. The gate got closed with him on the living room side. I looked down and saw SAD eyes, as he seemed to try, telepathically, to get me to open the gate. Of course, the minute I let him back into the kitchen, he stuck his head under and longed for the other side.
Deep down, don't we ALL want to be on the other side of the doggy gate?
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