Speaking of dogs, we have a weird dog behavioral issue.

[conuly]

Moonpie likes to go on walks. She really does! So long as the weather is reasonably clement and there's no unexpected loud noises, she enjoys her walks. Her tail wags, she sniffs all over, she runs around, it's great.

But she doesn't like the part where she actually has to leave the house. If she thinks it's walk time she hides. She sits on people's laps and buries her head. If you leash her she refuses to move, and if you put her on the floor she just slides along until you give up and carry her to the door. Once she's out the door, she's fine - but she doesn't want to walk to the door to go outside. You cannot bribe her with treats, she will not be bribed.

I don't think she was like this before last year's bout of terrible fireworks (omg never again plz).

It's more of an amusing hassle than a real problem, because of course she doesn't weigh much, but it must be upsetting for her.

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[hudebnik]

We have something sorta similar. Luna, our 13-year-old greyhound, is frequently the one to tell us it's walk-time, and once we're outside she lobbies at every choice point for taking the direction away from the house to make the walk longer (especially at bed time). But when I go out to the (enclosed) porch to deal with leashes, coats, face-masks, etc., she's reluctant to cross the threshold from living room to porch, and needs multiple invitations to do it. She's crossed that threshold several times a day for nine years, but has mysteriously gotten spooky about it in recent months.

At the end of the walk, we usually drop a poop-sack in the trash barrel in the back yard, then walk between the houses to the front door, and she stops dead just before turning the corner from the inter-house passageway to the front steps.

The front steps may be the problem: she's getting old, and has more trouble going up and down them than before. Or maybe she just really doesn't like the porch.