On the weekend, when he didn’t know I was looking, my dog stood up on his hind legs, pulled down the handle to my bedroom door, pushed against it, quietly made his way to my bed, and got himself comfortable with his head on my pillow.
The look on his face when I followed him in was one of utter surprise.
‘Mumma…’ he said with his eyes but also his ears. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’
But it was.
My dog, it would appear, is fully capable of a) making a decision, b) executing said decision, and c) trying to look innocent when caught having made that decision.
WHY.
I thought he was meant to be a dog.