Poor guy, he knows he smells his favorite food but damnit the door is closed.

He thinks to himself, “oh I know, I’ll paw the door indicating to my master that I would like to enter and enjoy said bacon.”

The pooch reaches out his arm but wait- wheres the window? “I know it’s here somewhere…. but where is it? Must be a little farther.. farther… oh I falling back up.”

Pup resets and clears his head, what’s going on here? Must be one of those new windows deceiving his color blinded eyes.

“I’ll reach farther to get the door, I know it’s there because master pulls this garbage trick every Sunday he cooks breakfast. Just got to reach a littttttle bit farther… oh shit look, my foots in the kitchen… Is this real life?”

*Sniff, sniff, sniff*

“I’M IN!” Ok bossman lets get to the business at hand…. BACON BACON BACON BACON BACON BACON- Ok you’re right, now I’m calm, I’m sitting here, hook it up bruh.”