Everyday, like Scooby Doo when he sees the villain in the rubber mask, Rosie accordions the rug in the front hall when the mail carrier arrives. Everyday.
And everyday I straighten it out while she dashes through the house, hits the lever on the back door, runs around to the gate and barks until he gives her a dog biscuit. Every. Single. Day.
Labels: Musings from the Dream House