I got home tonight and had run out of pellets so took the opportunity to clean it. The dog was patiently waiting for his supper...... until I got overzealous with the paint brush on the ashes and jammed my knuckle on the firebox edge. After letting out a loud OUCH, my dog appeared pushing his way under my arms and between me and the stove. Protecting me from the big bad stove? Who knows. But he was an immovable object! When I finally got him shoved out of the way, I discovered his butt had wiped off the ashes on the door glass! Then I realized I would have to clean him too before he got it all over the place.