That’s Bugsy, who may be blind but quickly figured out how to open the gate if we left it unlatched. This is the gate to the play yard off the house deck where the small dogs stay on warm, sunny days. Bugsy knows when we leave it unlatched. He listens for the sound of us sliding the gate latch when we go back out through the gate, and if he doesn’t hear that distinctive sound, the next thing we know, he’s got the gate open. I took these photos this weekend to capture the little guy in action.
In the shot at top, he’s got his paw on the gate and is ready to pull on it.
Then he begins opening it:
As soon as the gate is open several inches — just wide enough for his body — he bolts through it:
Then he races on to the deck and dances a little jig to celebrate:
The snow finally melted off the deck in the past couple of weeks, leaving behind the wood ash and hay we spread to cope with the ice over the winter. That’s what you see on the mats there. Our last snow literally just melted two days ago. I had joked at the beginning of April, looking at all the snow piled up here, that we would still have snow on May 1st. Lo and behold, I took this photo on May 1st of the berm by the barn:
That’s what finally disappeared this weekend.