I fall for this one every time. Lead on. Door opens and I'm thinking of nothing else but getting out there, off on another adventure. Maybe to the park (the best place in the world bar none) or around town and I can meet lots of people and count the ones who want to rub me down!
Usually this is what happens, anyway. But sometimes, instead the door of this metal box thing opens and I'm bundled inside. To be fair, Mum puts a nice rug in there for me and my favourite toy but I do not like getting into that thing.
For one thing it makes a strange noise. And Mum sits in front of me with her back to me. Woof to that.
But when the door opens again, it isn't home anymore. A few times there was a beach instead, which was just fine with me. Other times a nice forest walk. Also meeting my schnauzer approval.
What I haven't figured out is how how this metal box thing works. But I'm giving it a bit of thought.