She’s on her way home from dinner. I have just seen her drive up in the driveway, and I know she’s coming. I’m perfectly positioned for her arrival.
As usual, Paunnie is late to the party. He doesn’t get it about sitting in the window. Instead, he lays by the front door. But since he can’t see out, he can’t tell when she’s coming and when I start to bark, he has to get up from the front hall anyway to see what’s happening.
He might as well just sit on the table with me, don’t you think?