This was Widget out on the ramp leading to the people wing the other day. She's ready to come in, and she's broadcasting her intentions to one and all with a lot of woo-woo-wooing long before she ever gets to the door. In fact, she rarely bothers herself with making it up the ramp. She expects us to come down the ramp and pick her up there.
(Apparently the shorter your legs are, the longer distances become. Who knew?)
On this particular day, she was even less likely to make the arduous trek up the ramp because she knew she'd have to make her way through all the rabble --that's what she calls them, "the rabble" -- gathered on the porch at the top.
Here's what the crowd looked like:
From the left, that's new arrival blind Penny (more on her on Monday), blind Owen, Mad Max, blind Fuzzy, and Belvie by the door. Blind Sophie is on the ramp next to Widget.
So Widget will stay down below, woo-woo-wooing for a porter to come and assist. She woos first in one direction, then another:
And this woo-woo-wooing will continue until one of us hustles out to go retrieve Her Highness (Lowness?) and carry her in above the rabble throng.