the Dopt stands on the subfloors (the eternal self renovation in process with the floors to be last) and literally demands to be let out. no telepathy involved; she is quite vocal in her demands. whem stymied, she then reverts to soulful eyes and her telepathic powers which fail her in this case. to bad my Dopt, I am not letting you out while the electric company lays down 60 and 70 foot drought deadened pine trees. out would equal one very FLAT, very dead, Dopt the dog. I can't help but laugh at her pleas though a tad shrill. sorry sweet pea!
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