Does your pet hate closed doors?

[Ekirh]

My Grand Ma's Shar Pei (AKA The Commie Dog) does. . . he hates when my door is closed and when the door to the laundry room is closed. And it's not even that he wants to go into the laundry room . . it's if it's not open he can't be nosey and poke around in there. If the door is closed he just stand there and keep staring at it and then back at you and then at the door . . trying to say "HEY YOU!!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!" Then when you open the door he pokes his head in looks around . . sees that all is good and goes and falls asleep.

He hates my door being closed since he likes to wake me up before anyone else in the morning . .. and he can't do that if the door is closed :).

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

1. Our cats hate them when we're on the other side of the closed door

Especially Monty. He rubs his paws on the door incessantly to try to get us to open up!

[niyad]

2. most cats hate being on either side of a closed door

[Wcross]

3. I could tell if I could see a picture of the freakin dog!

There is an unspoken rule here, you talk about your pet you include a picture. How many times do we have to go over this??????????


JUST KIDDING!!

I would like to see a pic though Ekirh.

[Ekirh]

4. Sadly I don't

own a camera so I have no pics of the commie dog to give right now.


I use to have a picture of a blue looking Shar Pei (not mine) in my Sig which was the "Commie Dog Symbol" but it got removed due to being too big.

One day when I actually suck it up and get a camera the Commie Dog will get his just postings.

[Wcross]

5. I guess I forgot rule # 34543- its ok if you don't have a pic!

The only regret I have about the dogs I rescued was I didn't own a camera during the early months. I borrowed a camera for this shot:



The next opportunity I had was this one;



There was a lot missing in between.

[Scout1071]

6. Every dog I've ever owned hated closed doors.

edited to add pic!

[chaumont58]

7. My Sydney dog

I use to own(or shared a life with, is a better descripton) a part Australian shepperd, part burnese mountain dog. Many years ago, the first time I left her at home without human companionship, I had closed the door to the master bedroom. Off to work I went, blissfully unaware of Sydney's strength. When I got home, I was confronted with the scene of the carpet, carpet padding, right down to the concrete slab, torn asunder. Sydney didn't like closed doors. She's gone now. She lived a good, happy, long life, and I miss her every day.