N (the three year old) sometimes has troubles with our dogs in the mornings. The dogs sleep in our bedroom, and when the little guy comes running to our room in the mornings (as you may remember), they charge out to meet him.
The dogs are friendly, but clumsy, and I certainly sympathize with the little guy. If I were his size (about 30 lbs), I’d be nervous about two 80+ pound labs charging at me too.
The other morning, we woke up to the slap, slap, slap of his bare feet running across the floor. Instead of opening the door, however, he knocked very politely. “Excuse me!” he called out. “Excuse me!”
“Yes?” I called back.
“Could you come get me?”
I looked down at the labs, standing at attention in front of the door, ears perked, bodies taut, tails twitching.
Sigh. “I’ll be right there, little guy. I’ll be right there.”