Yes, you read that right - because today, Moxley is certainly not MY dog. Little bugger has been driving me up the wall today.
I just now got him to come inside after being out for about six and a half hours. (Today’s high: 46 degrees.) Today’s trick was to come to the door, sit and look pathetic and then when I would go to let him in - RUN AWAY!!!!!!! WOOHOO!! Let me just tell you, that gets old after a bit.
In the morning he gets biscuits after he goes out. Since he didn’t want to come in, I just set the biscuits on the floor inside so he could get them when he finally came in. Well, the cat comes downstairs and is sitting too close to said biscuits - so, what does the little dingbat do? Barks at the cat - through the back door - but won’t come in because said cat is blocking his path. The cat that is about 10 pounds to his 30. Of course, the cat sees no need to move since the dog isn’t actually coming inside, and the dog won’t come inside because the cat won’t move.
I know the cat enjoyed that little episode.
The dog is already asking to go out again.
