Midge crawled through the doggie door and walked through the front gate to the sidewalk and walked to Booker-T's house next door. She hurried through the gate.
At the back door, she poked her head into his doggie door and called out. "Hey Booker-T! Where are you?"
"Hey there, Midge," said Booker-T as he peaked around the refrigerator.
"What are you doing?" asked Midge as she entered the kitchen.
"I was just eating breakfast," smiled Booker-T. "What are you doing?"