The comic implies I’ve left the door unguarded, when it’s no such thing. Toast is slippery and agile and will dash madly out past us as soon as the door opens. So far she’s rarely gone further than the massed flowerbeds on either side of the walkway. We catch her and return her to the indoor safety, but she remains convinced the outdoors is where she wants to be. But only on her own terms, not the harness and leash!