Doggy Door Drama

In the middle of the night, Murphy woke me up with his whimpering. This a nightly routine. He whimpers, I whimper back and satisfied that I'm still alive, he settles down and goes to sleep. Except this time he was clearly upset and couldn't be comforted.

Wondering if he was having problems fitting through the doggy door, I got up, stumbled through the dark, down the stairs and let him out the back door. He ran straight for the pond and jumped in. I went back to bed. It was 3 am.

At 3:45 am, I woke to the sound of woofing outside. Exasperated, I let the wet Murph in, wondering why he wasn't using the doggy door.

At the ungodly hour of 8 am, I woke to more whimpering. I let the Murph out and went in the kitchen to look at the doggy door and found it lying across my computer table. Poor Murph. It must have gotten stuck on him when he squeezed through it earlier. I would buy a bigger door if I could, but they don't come any larger.