I was walking my dog as the light faded, and he got stuck beneath a shrub, hunting for anything. I tried calling and tugging him out, but he wouldn’t move. I eventually had to take up and carry him. As I chastised him for being stubborn, we approached the entryway, and then it hit me. I dashed back to the woods, where I discovered my misplaced keys.

I felt ashamed in front of Woody and finally understood why he was so determined to stay there. When we go for walks, I always say, “Alright, the leash is here.” Where are the keys? We won’t go anywhere until we find the keys!”