There was one period when Dodo loved to be at the door.
She would wait at the door – either standing, sitting or lying down. She could be there for a long time, looking out at the corridor. We knew she was waiting to go out. She loved being out of the house, even if it was just a quick run along the corridor. She would run from one end of the corridor to the other, ears flapping and tail wagging.
Sometimes, we would come home and there she would be, right at the door waiting. She would wag her tail as she sees us walking out of the lift lobby and towards the house. It feels so nice to have someone waiting for us to come home, someone happy to see us reach home.
I miss my little friend.
She would wait at the door – either standing, sitting or lying down. She could be there for a long time, looking out at the corridor. We knew she was waiting to go out. She loved being out of the house, even if it was just a quick run along the corridor. She would run from one end of the corridor to the other, ears flapping and tail wagging.
Sometimes, we would come home and there she would be, right at the door waiting. She would wag her tail as she sees us walking out of the lift lobby and towards the house. It feels so nice to have someone waiting for us to come home, someone happy to see us reach home.
I miss my little friend.
Dodo's jie-jie
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