Open Door

My dog cracks me up. He’s 15 and full of quirks. Mostly these days, he believes in sleeping. He’s quite the expert. In fact, he sleeps so deeply that I’ll poke him just to make sure he’s still breathing. When he was younger, he woke up at the drop of a hat: when I got out of bed, when there was even the slightest hint of thunder, when someone was at the door, when I got up to change rooms, when anyone uttered the words "treat," "walk," or "ride"… you get the picture. These days, he just sleeps right on through.

Earlier, I took a study break by taking a shower. And when I got up, I left my dog looking something like this (Please see the adorable picture to the right. Makes your heart melt, doesn’t it?) He was conked out.

But as I was zoning out into happy shower land, I heard a *scratch* at the door. What? My dog that can sleep through World War III was awakened by the noise of the door clicking closed? Actually, he probably didn’t hear the door click at all. I don’t know that I can honestly tell you how he knew that we were now horribly separated by this evil known as the bathroom door. I was debating on whether or not to do anything about it when I heard *scratch* *scratch* He was serious! He wanted this situation fixed!

I jumped out turned the handle to open the door, and jumped back in.

And my darling little crazy dog toddled off and went back to sleep.

It just cracked me up that he couldn’t handle the closed door. -- He didn’t want to come in. He didn’t want anything from me. He just needed to know the door was open.

And then I thought to myself, you know…I can relate.

There’s nothing that will wake you up quite like a closed door. And sometimes all you need rest easy is the knowledge that the door is open, the road is clear, or the network is up. …That you’re not locked away from what’s on the other side.

Yeah, I can totally relate to that.