You see, here I am on the entry way to our apartment in Germany.
But in the old days (like, a year ago), I would run out of the door whenever Alpha came home and zoom right on past him, and then run back.
But now, for some unknown reason, I just run (or maybe walk) out to the midpoint of the walkway.
And then I'm back to the door before Alpha even makes it there.
Alpha thinks I need to go into training so my greeter is world class again.
Maybe so, Alpha, maybe so.
