Sometimes, being outside is the best thing and being told to come inside is the worst thing.
This is the reaction I got the other day when I called Hiker and Brook to come inside. (I think they had planned it in advance!)
I can just imagine them planning this.
Hiker: "Brook, you flop on the ground in front of the door. Look really pathetic and sad."
Brook: "Okay, then you won't be able to get inside!"
Great strategy! Sometimes we don't want to come in. We use selective hearing. Sometimes being deaf is an advantage....just sayin'.ReplyDelete
XXXOOO Bella Roxy & dui
Poor babies. Being inside is just too sad.ReplyDelete
Silas will ask to come inside, then run away again as soon as I get to the door. Sigh.
When mine are in, they want to be out; when they're out they want to be in :) If only opening and shutting doors burned lots of calories!ReplyDelete
All I can say is - hooray for the dog door! I remember when my dog Shadow played that game of "in/out out/in" with me. Not long after, the dog door was installed and it was quite possibly, one of the happiest days of my life. ;)ReplyDelete
I actually have a dog door, and it has helped, but two of mine can't be trusted outside alone (they dig), so I still often have to do the in/out thing when they are in the digging mood :(Delete
What a funny photo, as well as everyone's stories of in/out!ReplyDelete
So sweet! They look like mischievous co-conspirators. I love my dog door too!ReplyDelete