Toby the Schnauzer is getting older, and as happens to all of us, sometimes he has to go during the night.
And unlike the Worthless Ones, he will not go inside the house.
He will stand by the door of my bedroom, the one leading out to the terrace, and say
woof
until I wake up and open the door for him.
I leave the door open and go back to bed and, with luck, back to sleep till I hear his distinctive woof again, only this time at a different door.
Now this has happened too many times to be coincidental, but I don't mind.
After all our years together I don't mind getting up and open another door for him.
What worries me is, who is going to open the other door for me when I start to forget which door to use.