There is glass between me and the other dog. She is inside where it is warm and I am out here where it is not. Nobody moved the glass, so I assume this is my side now.
There is glass between me and the other dog. She is inside where it is warm and I am out here where it is not. Nobody moved the glass, so I assume this is my side now.The other dog is standing up looking at me. I am lying down. One of us knows what to do at a door, and it is not me.There is a bowl out here on the patio with me. Someone put it there so I would have a reason to stay. I stayed anyway, but it is nice they gave me the bowl.I could scratch at the glass. The other dog seems to think I should. But it did not occur to me until just now, and now the moment feels gone.She is inside and I am outside and neither of us is opening the door. We are just looking at each other through it. I do not think either of us knows who is supposed to do the next part.
