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curiosi The Boston Terrier I used to have was like that. We were having a new tub installed and it was a two-day job. I had to go to work, so I left them in the house and Bonnie was loose in it. When they returned the next morning, he told me, "You little dog kept coming in to see what we were doing."
I asked, "Do you want me to lock her away?"
"Oh, no, don't!" he replied. "I love dogs."
I was on my way out when I heard, "Hello, honey."
I turned around. He was crouched on the floor, and Bonnie was trying to climb into his lap and beating on it with her forepaws. She was delighted to see him again, I guess.