Sometimes she barks repeatedly and almost has a fit to get out the door, which I, of course, open for her. This happens numerous times a day, but the funniest thing of all just happened. I had the distinct impression that if she could talk she would be saying, “Well, you see me moving toward the door. Without a moments hesitation, I hurried toward the door so her royal highness wouldn’t be inconvenienced a moment longer! Come to think of it she was my seamstress first, and now I call her friend.