Fairly Symmetrical

Today while cleaning the office it occurred to me that our closet door is like some sort of game of chance for our dogs. On the one hand, it holds the leashes, which means that opening that door could lead to going for a walk around the neighborhood--always exciting. On the other, it also holds both the luggage and the vacuum cleaner. The luggage is itself a kind of lottery--it could mean we're all taking a road trip, or it could mean Jenny or I (or both) are going away for a few days. The vacuum, of course, is purest distilled evil, though Charlie tries very hard to act nonchalant. ;)

And they never know which it will be until I close the door, and by then it's too late. Poor guys. :)