A few weeks ago Bingley got to come with us on a trip to Provincetown, and in the morning I'd walk him along the harbor beach as the sun came up. There is one big motel with beachfront rooms, with sliding glass doors.

One morning a couple of women were sitting in lawn chairs outside their motel room, eating donuts and watching the sun. I had Bingley off-leash, as we were away from roads, and he was frisking in the seaweed happily. He ran up to the women and begged for donut bits, and I called him back. In a rare display of obedience :-), he ran back to me, then ran circles around me, then ran pell-mell back up onto the motel porch and in like a rocket through the open slider door straight into the motel room!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Aaauughh! Oh, Geez, sorry! Bingley, dammit" I started to call softly as I raced toward the motel (I didn't want to yell--it was before 7:00 am.) Out Bingley hurtled, grinning wildly. I have to admit, Bingley is normally so pensive and reserved that seeing him be so exuberantly naughty DELIGHTED me. However, I apologized profusely as the rumpled British couple whom Bingley had invaded appeared at the door. Bingley had apparently bounced into the middle of their breakfast in bed. They took it good-humoredly. "He was aahfter my do-naahts!" said the woman.

(Hee hee hee hee hee)

Story by: Leslie Power