Momma's Boy

Presley, our boxer, is a Momma's Boy for sure. Dirk denies it but it's the truth. Yesterday, Dirk and I left the house to grab a bite to eat, half way to Chili's Dirk makes me turn around to go home because he forgot his list for Lowe's (his favorite place). I pulled up in front and opened the garage--thanks to Lindsey it works great--and Dirk runs in the house. I am sitting in the driver's seat with the car running and Presley darts out the door. He ran straight to the passenger door and stood with his front paws on the seat. Dirk tried calling him several times to get him in the house--nothing, Presley just sat by the door. He wouldn't budge. So desperately, Dirk tries to push him into the house. He is too big to carry and we unfortunately did not have a leash on him! I am laughing uncontrollably and Dirk is getting more and more frustrated. So I shut the passenger door and turn off the car thinking that Presley may realize that I am gone and not in the car. Again, He doesn't budge. So Dirk tries running to him and then running back in the house to get Presley to follow--NO LUCK. I see Dirk's aggravation so I get out, walk over to Presley and lead him in the house, and he follows without difficulty!!! I'd say that is a sure sign he is a Momma's Boy!