Max

It's amazing how tired the dogs are when they come back from kennels. Minnie looked particularly shattered this last time and Jan wondered if she was ill. Given the noise of dogs barking whenever we go there, I suppose it's no wonder. Especially if it carries on into the night. Generally, they both collapse when they get home after a few days in kennels, obviously more used to a tranquil life with us (some might say boring - Ed).
We have found what we consider to be really good kennels and 'S' who runs it really likes our two.
The dogs have access to a couple of free run outdoor areas which can be accessed from their kennel. These areas can also be accessed by a door from the 'human' side of the kennels.
So 'S' was sitting in the office doing some paperwork and could hear the patter of not so tiny feet in the corridor. It turned out that Max, who hates to be on the other side of a door that's shut, sees doors as a challenge, and had opened the door and let himself (followed by Minnie) into the office area.
Naturally she told him off. The next time she heard the door opening she went to investigate. Instead of entering the building, he'd opened the door and  was sitting outside, peeping around the corner, looking in. Bless.
She thought it was hilarious and I still laugh when I think about it.