Alan sniffs at the door tail wagging slowly behind him. “What about the door?”
Dale simply stares then looks to Mitch cocking his head to the side questionably. “Looks the same to me Mitch.”
“No it use to be a knobbed door now it’s a swinging door.”
“Never noticed. What’s a knobbed door look like anyway?” Alan yips peering out into the hallway while shifting his weight from paw to paw.
“What’s a knobbed door?” Dale repeats looking to Alan with ears perked forward in confusion. “You turn it with your paws right Mitch?”
Mitch opens his mouth to reply then pauses for a scratch then blinks as he loses his train of thought. “I think so, but I'm not sure. Lets go look around as the door will be here when we get back.”
“Sounds like a plan!” Alan barks from the hallway.
Dale looks to his friend as if expecting a punch line giving Mitch yet another questioning look. “How about going to the library as our first stop guys?”
“Could go to the administration to find out who Dr. C is.” Mitch says while cocking his head to the side while his ears perk. “Someone is coming from down the hallway.”
Alan whines from his place beside the stairwell door now. He is on all fours and all but dancing with his eagerness to race downstairs and outside the building. “Lets go check out the dance dogs!”
Dale looks down the hall as he too now hears someone coming from around the corner. Nostrils quivering, he lifts his muzzle for a better trace of scent. “Might be someone we know. Or at least someone we could get more information from.”