I have a porch door that leads out to my courtyard and is the main entry and exit to our home. It never gets latched because we have a wrought iron fence and gate that we lock religiously. When we first moved in the house, we only had one dog, Pony Boy. He is a laid back kind of dog and usually just chills around the house, napping like a cat. When I brought home a new boxer pup we named Bailey, he was less than enthused. Over time, they developed a sibling-like relationship that was mostly battles with a side of love.
Now that we have had both dogs for quite some time now, we’ve all settled nicely into one big happy dysfunctional family. We all have our little quirks and irks, but in the end, we pull together to get through the rough times.
One thing we’ve noticed, and we all find odd:
When we open the front door to let the dogs out, Pony Boy just stands there and waits for you to open the porch door; Bailey just pushes the door open with her paw or her snout. It’s so weird. When they go out together, Bailey goes first with Pony Boy all up in her bidnezz, trying to hurry and get outside before the porch door swings shut.
I think this is what “puppy love” means.