You may think and it may look like he wants to come in the house, but really what he wants is for me to come out, preferably carrying the evening food bucket, or carrying perhaps an armload of harnesses.
Alder has never been in the house, his choice. He’s been invited, like here I opened the door for him but after a couple of sniffs he turns and runs. “Nuh-uh” is his attitude right now. He’s a village dog at heart, he's curious but the inside of the house is a great mystery to him, for now.