I’m not sure how this happened, but as Columbus has proven himself more and more worthy of being left outside because he’s respecting the electronic fence, he is less and less wanting to come inside. Here he is in what has turned into his outside dog house. Our garage…
With an acre to explore, he’s living up to his name. And when I call him to come inside, he looks at me and I can see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide whether or not he should come.
Unfortunately, most of the time those gears turn him away from me and into the woods. Even the “cookie” word doesn’t always work.