While I worked from home today, in the basement, Jeffrey was out mowing the lawn (he’s on staycation this week.)
Rita tends to get a bit barky when both of us are out of the room, so she started a barking tirade. To quiet her down, I brought her downstairs to hang in the office with me while I worked.
She was not having any of it, so she stood at the gate barrier the whole time, waiting for me to release her from the K-9 Klink.
I couldn’t decide what to feel: jovial that she looked like a tiny prisoner, or hurt that being stuck downstairs with me was so awful.