When the girls and I walk around Carine open space we pass a storm drain culvert which goes under the road above ( I guess). Every day Tilly tries to go into the culvert. Every day I say “no Tilly”. Every day she goes half way in and tries her luck. Every day I say again “no Tilly”. Eventually she backs out or turns and emerges, and I say “Good girl Tilly”. She sometimes has another go, but eventually she rejoins Tara and me on the trail. What a performance!!
So predictable !!