It is funny, when I was growing up, my maternal grandfather, Bummy, would have dinner at our house once or twice a week. Our Saint Bernard, Freckles, loved sleeping in the doorway that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house. We all just stepped over her. But Bummy was elderly and literally could not pick his feet up very far. He was still quite strong and powerful physically, but walked with a cane, and was not capable of stepping over 185 pounds of sleeping dog. As soon as he got up from his chair in the kitchen, she would seemingly wake from a sound sleep, move out of the way long enough for him to pass safely through the doorway, then go right back and settle back to sleep, letting the rest of us step over.
Dogs are smarter than people often give them credit for being.
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