That gave Brian pause. Cooper wasn’t stubborn like this. Not usually. He dragged him inside, shut the door, and tried to move on. But for the next half hour, Cooper paced the kitchen, returned to the door again and again, scratched once, waited, then scratched again.
He ignored his water bowl. Ignored Brian. He seemed to have forgotten everything except that patch of yard. Eventually, Brian gave in. The second the door opened, Cooper bolted straight back to the exact same spot and resumed digging with even more urgency. This time Brian stayed back and watched.