And that ridiculously ridiculous day has finally arrived in our household: the baby has figured out the doggy door. She went through it twice yesterday, and twice today. Yep, she's got in all mapped out in her head, and she's getting faster at it. No amount of childproofing can prevent something like this, unless one is interested in doggyproofing the area as well. This is a problem, but we're smarter than her; I'm sure of it!Luckily, we have a sliding door in the master bedroom that opens out to the same balcony on which the living room slider opens. Now, all that's left is to show Ollie G. that no, you can't go outside from here anymore; you must go outside from this room. It'll be a bit of an inconvenience for him, but not so much as having the doggy door removed from the balcony entirely, whereupon he'll have to let me know every time he wants out and back in. That's a song and dance I'm used to though, as we had that kind of arrangement in our last apartment in Boston.
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