I stepped out the door to get something, and left the sliding glass door open, not thinking. I took down the rope that's across the bottom of the stairs, went on my way. No sooner had I gotten past the steps a little ways then Anya headed inside the house! I couldn't get past her to stop her from the top! I grabbed her tail and tried to pull her back.
You know those cartoons where the character is pulling with all their might, heels dug into the ground, leaned waaaay back using all their weight? That was me. She put up a good fight but finally came back down. I promptly shut the door and put the rope back up.
This is apparently a hereditary thing. She is sure she belongs inside with us.
I'm not so good with the relationship thing, but her grandsire is Royal Ivory, who is the sire of Ivory Pal of Ivory Knoll Ranch (which I think would be her Uncle, but don't quote me.)
Ivory Pal gets to go inside his people's house, as evidenced here, and here, and here aaand here.
Somehow she knows this, and expects the same royal treatment Ivory Pal gets. No matter how many times I tell her she can't, she continues to try. I haven't yet told her that he's also on the cover of the March issue of Equus. She'd find some way to get a photographer here.
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