Close the Door!

I don’t know who was more embarrassed, Dudo or I.

It was partially my fault. I left the house without pulling down the shade on the den window. Dudo was clearly indignant. But, come on, he’s the one who didn’t close the door.

“CAN’T A GUY GET ANY PRIVACY?!?”

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

26 thoughts on “Close the Door!”

    1. Spo:
      And this is after he climbed the terrace wall, walked around to the neighbor's terrace, and then yowled at their door to be let in! It was an interesting week with Dudo.

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