Saturday, December 17, 2011

Elevator Ride

I watched a dog for a week that had never been in an elevator, and every time that I took it out it would have to go through an elevator ride. I couldn't understand why it would paw at the door whenever we got in until I realized it had no idea what was going on. It must have felt like it was on the receiving end of a shocking revelation every time the elevator opened to the ground floor and the outdoors. But it handled it with grace. I doubt that I would handle my world getting turned upside down several times a day so well.

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