Ruby sighs. Really loudly. If we forgot and left her collar on, she makes sure that jingles, as well. And she tries her darndest to open the sliding door between our 'upstairs' (where the bedroom is) and 'downstairs.'
When we were living in Michigan, we slept on a mattress on the floor. I would wake up many mornings with a doggie face inches away, staring at me. Not a fun way to start the day...
"Well, I gotta go OUT, Mommmm...."
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