One of Bagel’s habits (she’s our dog, in case you didn’t know) is, when you open a car door, to go in. She sits on the floor, making herself at home, and is ready to go somewhere. Preferably to the beach. To chase little birds.
After the walk (well, run really) she knows it’s time to head back to the car, though she can drag her paws, pretend there’s just a final little task to attend to somewhere on the beach, before she obliges. If anyone nearby, though, opens a car door, she takes it as an invitation, and before you know it she has hopped in.
That coincidence doesn’t happen very often, but it is usually amusing for everyone when it does.
However, like with every other dog, she seems to sense when people are nervous about her presence. Her response is to become noisy. For that reason, I don’t think she would hop into a car if she felt uncomfortable with whoever’s car it was.
So, particularly when her coat is longish and curly, as it is at the moment, I think she is rather sheepish. (Catty is also in her repertoire.) She is trusting and wants to please, though has an independent streak, and is aware of how secure she is when we are with her. She is cautious of strangers, and recognises not to follow them, though her nature is to trust.
I’m drawing on John 10, Jesus talking about the Good Shepherd, and teaching that he himself is the gate through which we enter into the pasture to graze and be kept safe. The shepherd, I am reliably informed, would sleep in the gap in the fence, and indeed be the gate to protect the sheep.
Enjoy your grazing tomorrow. There is rich pasture in John 10, for example.