Yesterday it was warm enough to open the windows and get some fresh air in here. Lovely. The kitchen door - which is the door kids and dogs use to get out to the back yard - has a screen that had a little rip in the bottom corner. Note the use of the word "had." No, we didn't fix it yesterday. Have you already figured out what happened?
It was our dog, little Max, who wanted to get outside but was a little impatient. Rather than wait for us to open the door, he just plowed through the screen, which easily parted from its frame to create a little doggy door for him. Big dumb Casper, the visiting dog, still waits for us to open the door. I am very happy about that, because that would create a really, really big open flap.
However, an opening is an opening, and now we're not sure what to do. It seems apparent that in his life before us, Max had access to a doggy door: he uses it with such ease. However, we live in mosquito country, and summer is really not all that far off. (Just check the stores and clothing catalogs if you are dubious.)