Issues with doors

I'm never quite sure what she's staring at, but Aoife certainly does stare at things with vigour and determination.


But then I suggest that, you know, it's still pretty cold out, and either she should come in or I should close the balcony door before all the warm leaks out of the house.

I get disapprovalled.

Warm, though, warm is a good thing!


The things to stare at, those are not in the house.

Eventually, the warm wins.

(The elevated paw? She plunked it in a late-surviving raindrop on her way out. I didn't manage to get pictures of the vigorous shaking motions and look of total disgust, alas.)