|I found my place under this wooden cabinet, and I'm going to stay here|
Whatever it was, he walked out slowly as if he was going to the electric chair, instead of desperately running, and sat at the end of the patio. Then, when I opened the door and started to go inside, he went directly under an old wooden cabinet we have out there. And refused to move.
I called his name, I said it louder and said, “HERE.” No movement. I put my foot under the cabinet, but he just moved deeper inside.
Finally, I stood inside the house and in no uncertain terms said, “Gizmo, HERE, NOW.” He slowly emerged from under the cabinet and slowly, resignedly walked inside. He knew two things from the moment I opened the door: going outside was merely a short, cheating walk and, when I left, he would not be going with me.
“A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.” Buddha