Whining About the Doggie Door

We have been sheltering in place for eleven months. I always thought before that my husband stayed in his man cave. Boy, was I wrong. He is underfoot seconds after I awake. What about the two car garage we turned into his office? Why can’t he stay in there? I remember the day I realized that he Had the builder build the wall out so he would have an extra three feet Making it impossible to get the teeniest table into the kitchen. I made them tear the wall out and re-do it. Six men and none of them figured this out until a woman came along And threw the biggest lady fit west of the Mississippi River? Yes, he does have a man-cave. On the blueprints it was supposed to be a two-car garage. I talked him into an additional three-car garage, So he was generously granted this space for his office. It is enormous for a man cave. Two years ago at Christmas I installed five TV sets on one wall. He should be insanely happy in there. Two queen beds, a desk, fourteen computer screens, A movie projector with a hundred and seventeen inch screen And five mounted TVs. Plus a doggie door for my dog. When I see him come anywhere near the rest of the house I time him. He can get a snack then he better get back in there. I allowed him this luxury, so I could have peace and quiet. Not hear him whining about that doggie door.