It worked for awhile

Shane, as we all know here in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, cannot learn to open the screen door from the outside. We have tied a knotted rope on it; he has watched Sydney use his paw on a place where he (Sydney) crushed in a small piece of the screen. This has not stopped Shane from constantly running out, trusting that someone will let him back in.

Today I saw him go out and in by himself and then I saw him do it again. For some reason, knowing the Shanester, I was suspicious. I really did hope he had mastered it; I wanted so to believe it. Yet I know Shane. When I got to the door, I saw it was ajar, wedged that way by a Wubba.

Even though we have purchased so many Wubbas that some believe he is spoiled, he could not bear to leave one unplayed with. He eventually grabbed it and ran out. And the door closed behind him. Soon he was back, looking through the screen, waiting for a good samaritan.

SIGH