Florida holiday trip two weekends ago. My two-and-a-half-year-old nephew-to-be, Noah, is on the patio wanting to go inside. My dog, Charley, is standing next to him, waiting for the door to open.
Noah is too small to open a sliding glass door by himself, so he appeals for help.
“Charley! Open!”
Charley looks up at Noah expectantly: open the door, human. Noah looks expectantly back at the dog, then repeats: “Open! Charley, open!”
Grandma let them both in the house after she stopped laughing.