Closed Doors Frighten Me
Yes, it’s true. Closed doors frighten Hazel. If she encounters one, she does everything she can to pry it open with her small paws, not because she needs to get through, but because the idea of a closed door feels entirely too limiting.
One morning when I was getting ready, Hazel noticed that the door was open, but only a little. Unsatisfied with the openness of the door, she began to pull at it with one paw in an attempt to get it open all the way. Suddenly, a black paw shot through the gap and nailed her between the eyes.
Hazel was not about to take this sitting down, and began to swing back at her attacker from behind the safety of the door. This continued for a little while, mostly because I was laughing too hard to break it up.
Eventually, I made may way to the door and flung it open. There sat Olive, wide-eyed and shocked that she had been caught. Her only option was retreat, and she scurried off into the shadows.
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Olive is 75% ninja though. She can open a closed door if she likes.
She even used brute force to somehow break open a door that was closed and locked. Craziness!
At our house, Madison is the door opener. She’s like a cute little furry battering ram. Spence is pretty good about it as well, although he’s been duped by the door closed tight, and ended up cracking his melon on more than one occasion by trying to use Madison’s strategy. 🙂