Since Enzo was originally a street dog, I expected he would want to spend a lot of time outside. As it’s turned out, however, he prefers to be indoors. Pretty much goes out, does his business, and is ready to come back in. Perhaps he is thinking, “Did that living-outside thing. It wasn’t that great. This is much more comfortable. And safe. Much better.”
Here he is on the patio, waiting for me to let him in.