Dudley has apparently decided that in order to increase his chances of getting into an automobile, it is a very good thing to lie down in the garage whenever he manages to get into it from the mud-room. He does so with the air of one who is prepared to wait all day. Nothing, not even walkies, compares to car rides in Dudley’s world.
For a while, Dudley would attempt to plaster himself to the door between the garage and the mudroom, in a seeming effort to keep me from going into the garage without him. Although his air of determination was rather touching (and strongly reminiscent of Saturday morning cartoon characters) I tried not to reward this behavior, because a hundred and ten pound dog plastered against the door can be a nuisance. I broke him of the habit by leaving by the front door instead until he gave up his attempt.