You would be surprised who is putting in doggy doors nowadays.
Wayne opened the door, gesturing for them to enter, but the dogs simply bounded about, tails wagging. They seemed to know something was expected of them and were eager to please but ignorant of the request.
Karen stood leaning against the kitchen island watching the show and smiling inwardly. Men can be so stupid, she thought. Finally, impatience overcame humor and she stepped in to help.
“Wayne, you have to show them how to do it,” she said.
Grabbing Bert by the collar, she led him reluctantly to the new door. Then, pushing his head into the opening, she shoved until his tucked tail vanished from sight. Doing the same with Lilly, she could just make them out standing on the opposite side of the opaque divider whining pitifully. Karen tapped the door with her foot and in they came. After two more shoves through the hole they had it and it quickly became a game; in and out, in and out.
“Great, what have we started?” Wayne laughed as the frisky dogs chased each other across the kitchen floor and back outside.
“They'll settle down soon,” Karen replied. “Just like kids, it will get boring soon enough.”
Following Wayne into the living room, Karen snuggled in close on the couch as they pulled up the latest recording of Big Bang Theory. Out in the kitchen, the dog's claws could be heard scritch scratching across the floor as they raced around the island. Occasionally, the new doggy door snicked open and closed.
As the episode ended, Karen noticed that the dogs had become quiet; too quiet. With kids and dogs that either meant trouble or sleep and it was far too early for sleep. Crawling to her knees and glancing into the kitchen she screamed, grabbing Wayne, who half jumped out of his skin.
“What!” he exclaimed following Karen's frightened stare and pointing finger.
There, in the kitchen, tails wagging sat Bert, Lilly and what can only be described as ….a blob dog. Partially transparent, the blob dog was vaguely electric blue with yellow pulses of lightning flowing through its limbs...like ..like heart beats.
“What the hell is that?” Karen asked, clutching Wayne's arm.
“I don't know. But...look at the dogs. They don't seem to be scared. In fact, they have that happy stupid look...that look they have when they're in a good mood.”
Karen hadn't noticed, being too frightened herself, but Wayne was right. They did have that happy stupid look dogs get. Although there was no face, per se, on blob dog, even ‘it’ gave off a happy stupid appearance.
As if on cue, the three took off around the kitchen, and after two scritch scratching circles around the island, sprinted out the pet door.
Leaping to her feet, Karen ran to the back door and swinging it open saw...nothing. The back yard was the same as always, short mown Bermuda grass, the flower pots in the corner, but no dogs, especially no blob dog.
“Where are they?” Wayne asked stepping past her.
“I don't know. They've never been able to hop the fence.” Karen said.
Wayne stepped onto the patio for a closer look. Karen maintained her death grip on his arm as she joined him. Together they checked every corner of the yard. No dogs.
Returning to the back door, Wayne suddenly halted. “Karen, look,” he gasped.
“The door, look at the door.”
Karen studied the door for several moments. Then it struck her what he was seeing, or more properly not seeing. There was no pet door on the outside. The back door was as smooth and regular as ever.
She and Wayne stepped cautiously into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was the new pet door on the inside. They examined both sides of the opening several times before they were certain of what they were seeing. On the inside …pet door, on the outside...nothing.
Wayne swung the door shut and joined Karen by the island. Together, they watched the doggie door. They did not have to wait. Abruptly, Lilly shot out the opening, followed by blob dog, then Bert. Once more they raced through the kitchen, stopping to jump up Wayne's leg, causing quite a shout when the blob dog did this, then disappearing through the small opening.
Karen looked at Wayne in beetle-browed confusion. “What does this mean?” she asked. Before he could answer there was a scream and a familiar yelp coming from the other side of the doggie door. Out shot Bert followed by Lilly; tails tucked.
Karen shot Wayne a glance then dropping to her knees she held open the doggie door and peered inside. On the other side, there looked to be two large blobs holding blob dog by the neck. They were standing in the center of.…a blob kitchen. The larger of the two creatures was holding what can only be described as... a blob broom.
Upon seeing Karen, the blob holding the broom emitted a piercing shriek. Karen too sprang back in surprise, the door swinging shut behind her.
“What was it?” Wayne yelled, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her away from the portal.
“I’m not sure,” she said, “but I think we’d better block that opening.”
Wayne rushed to the garage and returned with a 2x4 which he promptly nailed across the doggy door.
After that, Karen would squint distrustfully at the opening whenever she entered the kitchen. Lilly and Bert, however, appeared to miss their friend.
Often times they could be found lying near the opening, whining quietly. At times, you could hear a whining reply on the other side.