One afternoon, in a fit of cleaning (which hasn't happened since, incidentally), I scrubbed the wood floors in the living and dining room, which involved a lot of buckets and liquids sloshing around. I didn't want to shut Arthur out of the house or in one of the back rooms (too hot), so I put up a very feeble barrier across the kitchen doorway. It was so lame. He could easily have slipped through it, but instead waited patiently until I was finished.
What a good boy.
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