Monday, July 20, 2009
Arthur's dog door to the world finally fell apart and had to be replaced over the weekend. The rubbery flap had ripped right off its hinges. (Plus, it was uncleanably grimy.) I wanted to install a hi-larious porthole, but was voted down. He had to be able to get outside, after all.
The new, slightly wider casing required my sister to saw a bigger hole in the door, but aside from the NOISE! and the SAWDUST!, Arthur was unperturbed by all the activity. He seemed interested, actually.
And now with an extra inch-and-a-half, his big butt is going to sail through that opening like a dolphin through a hoop.