The duck door

When we arrived in Cairns, I was hopeful Pepper would not work out how to use the dog door.  Big ducks mean big poo and I didn't want to be cleaning internal duck poo. 

     On the first day, Pepper respected the closed door.  On the second day, she discovered the flap moved and on the third day, she worked out that dog doors are also duck doors.  This was her first successful attempt.  She'd been pacing outside, pushing the flap and finally, took the plunge.

 

     I dealt with the problem by barricading the door.  However, if one of the dogs pushed the barricade out of the way, Pepper usually takes the opportunity to head on inside and search out some human company.  It's quite a treat to be having a shower and be interrupted with a loud, honk.  

     'Go away, Pepper,' I yell and she runs off, her padded feet making a delightful slap, slap, slap all the way down the tiled corridor.

     Dealing with a determined and gifted duck required a creative, no-fail solution.

"Stupid sign."