Yeah, More Tap Stuff

But with only one photo.  Sorry.

When it's time for us to go on a walk, as he jogs down the hallway, he barks.  I used to think he saw someone or something out the door, but have come to believe he's announcing that we're on our way.  

"Hey, if anyone's out there, just know that we are coming and I will bark at you."

Before he allows me to put his leash on, he must find the cats.  If they aren't in their "regular" places, he goes straight to checking out their Places B and /or C.  Once he has eyes on both of them, I can hook him up and we can head out.

"All my charges are accounted for.  We can proceed."

Will he now prance out into the wide world?  Not so fast.  Once on the porch, he goes back and forth to the edges, looking in all directions.  Can I keep him from making his rounds?  Maybe, but if he isn't ready to move, he will bow that neck and plant.  When he's satisfied that there's no immediate threat, he will come over and lightly boop my shin with his nose, and we can go.

"Mom, honestly, what's your rush?  Don't you value your safety?"

After business is concluded outside and treats have been received inside, he will usually de-brief with Madeleine, which most often looks like this:

"Mom, seer-ee-us-ly, we are discussing the health and well-being of everyone in this house.  Can we have A MINUTE?"

Riley prefers to wait on a hard copy to read at her leisure

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