Mitch Wagner

I walk across the deck between my office and the kitchen a million times a day, and sometimes, when I leave the kitchen, Minnie is lying outside my office door. She clearly wants something, but I have never been able to figure out what it is.

Into my office with me? No. Pats? She’s fine with pats, but that’s not what she really wants.

I go inside and close the office door with her outside, and she clearly looks disappointed.

I finally figured it out just now: She wants me to go back to the kitchen and let her in. So I did.

I wish she’d give me a treat when she has successfully trained me in a behavior.