When we moved in June my dog, Indy, stopped being an indoor/outdoor dog and became an outdoor dog. He doesn't seem to mind. When we open the door to the backyard he doesn't attempt to enter the house- even though he stands there looking through the window like a lost soul.
When he and I went walking this morning, I decided to take him through the house and out the front door instead of through the garage. See the garage door doesn't close unless you are inside holding the button down and I didn't want to leave the garage door open while we were gone. Indy was super good while I put him in his harness and on the leash. He went into the garage, excited for our walk. When I opened the door from the garage to the kitchen, he hesitated. I had to walk in a head of him and tug a little to get him in the house. We made it about five feet before he spread out on all fours and wouldn't budge.
I tugged. I pushed. He would not move. His paws were spread out as if he would dig his nails into the flooring if I tried to move him again. It was hilarious. I wish I could have taken a picture but no one else was around. I can only imagine what was going through his head. It probably had something to do with the crazy lady trying to drag him through the kitchen. For the sake of my floors I gave up and we went out through the garage.
He was happy. I was laughing. All in all it was a good way to start the day.