This is Jake.
Jake is the neighbor’s dog who I am also taking care of for a few days. Unlike Frosty, Jake is not amused by my dog-sitting ineptitude. Jake judges me.
When we end up having to go through the backyard gate for our morning walk because I can’t figure out how to open the front door, Frosty shoots me a grin and a look that says “It’s adorable how bad you are at this.” Jake just stares at me with those judgy eyes like “Really? You can’t open a door? Where do my parents find these people?!?”