Luke has been pretty good about not trying to get in the back door unless invited. Occasionally, when I have been outside with him and he doesn't want me to go in the house he will grap my pant leg and hold it so I can't go in. I have scolded him but he still does it. This morning I went out and visited a little and then picked up his water bowl and food bowl and was trying to open the back door to go fill the bowls, and he grabbed my pants again. But today I had on some sweat pants,so as I tried to wriggle away with my hands full of bowls I almost mooned the neighbors behind us!