Not so groovy, Mom

So I got a bead curtain yesterday and hung it above my office door. Riggy did not approve. There’s about a foot of clearance between the bottom of the curtain and the floor, so when I called him, instead of running in like he normally would, he got down and army-crawled under the beads. It was hilarious.

I think he more or less got over it after a few passes through/under it, but he still ducks and hurries as fast as he can if he needs to get in or out of my office.

I shouldn’t laugh at him for being scared, but it really was funny to see him sneaking along. I don’t know what he thought the beads were going to do to him, but he didn’t trust them AT ALL.