Brilliant ideas come to you at odd times. But then sometimes brilliant is not the correct term.
Take Bootsie, he waits outside on the potting bench in the cold, and I feel bad about that. So I thought if I hung some jingle bells on the patio door, and taught him to ring them we would know when he wanted in. After instructing Gar to only open the door slightly, reach down and ring the bells, before letting Bootsie in so he would catch on. I realized that it wasn't Bootsie who needed the training. The bells were hung on a long string, that swung with the movement of the door, and immediately got caught in the door jam. Gar pushed, after all he is amazing strong, and then, voila, no more jingle bells. And poor Bootsie, he will still have to wait outside. And I am going to have to buy some new jingle bells.