My dog goes to the door whenever he needs to use the bathroom. Since I don’t want to risk an accident, I always drop whatever I’m doing and let him out as soon as he starts barking. I usually don’t mind, though, because it gives me an excuse to break away from my computer and find a snack.
After I let him out today, however, I noticed he didn’t actually have to pee; he just stood on the patio and waited for me to make us a sandwich.
I think I’ve been Pavloved.
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