Here she writes about her boxer discovering the doggy door:
Elated about having constant access to outside, the maniacs were running to and fro in their fabulous new apartment, sounding like a herd of elephants. Maximus, the boxer, took a little while to acclimate to the doggy door, but he started learning by thrusting one paw through and pulling it back out. Then he'd thrust the other in and pull it back out. Then he'd put both front paws almost straight out in front of him and stare wondering how he was going to keep the fucker open if he moved his front feet. He began to push himself up the ramp with his back paws, taking baby steps with his rigid front arms, and would continue to pretend to be a wheelbarrow until he made it inside.I laughed until I cried reading that. Oh, the visual image...
She is writing for theraputic reasons and probably doesn't care one iota about site hits and stats. She's a gifted writer with a dry sense of humor, though, and covers diverse topics.
Check it out: I Have a Secks List.