Fairly frequently the dear child I work with will sing “Who let the dogs out? Who? Who?” Sometimes he screams it. A rather old song, but I have found the answer.
While babysitting here for 2 boys and 2 big black labs, I was surprised one day to see the dogs run into the front yard. I was sure I had put them inside so we could play in the front without the dogs barking and eating the kids’ soccer balls.
So my question was “Who let the dogs out?” Well, my dear autistic friend, I have the answer. No one. They let themselves out. Yes, one of the dogs has learned to open the front door, seen it happen myself, he pushes the lever with his paw.
As for letting himself back into the house, well, he got that down today. I was downstairs with the kids, and I heard someone walking around upstairs. Not their grandma, she wasn’t due in for another 20 minutes. I went up and checked, sure enough, the dog had let himself inside the screen door. I had closed it and let the dogs out. And the dog let himself back in.
Nothing profound. I just have an answer to the song I hear from my little buddy.
