Happy dog and the room

I have a happy dog in my bedroom. He’s just adorable and I love him. I am his master and we always try to keep our room clean and tidy. What happens is when you enter the room, the dog sees you, and when he sees you he just goes crazy. When you’re in, everybody is happy, though no one gets happier than the dog. When he sees you, he runs all over the place, jumping on the bed and messing everything.
In other hand when you go it’s only the dog, me and the bedroom again, but it is not the same as it was before.
My clothes are scattered all over the floor, the sheets are dirty and I see he had spilled coffee on my favorite white shirt.
I don’t get mad whatsoever. The dog is not guilty, neither are you, but I still have to clean everything up again, and it takes some of my precious time and energy to do it.
This is why I want you to stop entering my bedroom, so the dog won’t get too excited again to make a mess out of my life. You’ll always be welcome to enter it, but be aware of what happens after ~and if ~you leave.
Sorry for that, everything is fine. It’s just the dog… He’s not for everybody.
(one of the letters sent to Saoirse)
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