It’s her portal to freedom — a tiny doorway where adventure begins. At any given moment, she’s popping in and out, checking the yard like a security guard on patrol, making sure the squirrels aren’t plotting a takeover.
There’s something funny about how seriously she takes it. It’s not just a door — it’s her responsibility, her job. She pushes it open with confidence, trots outside like she’s clocking in for work, then returns with a proud little trot as if to say, “All clear.”
And even when she gets stuck halfway or brings in a leaf trophy, I can’t help but smile. That little door isn’t just hers — it’s part of her story.
