Our dog hates bridges.
Well, really any different texture under his feet than concrete firmly grounded.
When we attempt to walk him over a bridge, he lets us know how much he opposes this travesty by dramatically pulling sideways as though he wishes to jump off the other side. He doesn’t realize that the bridge structure doesn’t change, and we, as his human parents, will keep him safe. We are looking ahead and watching our every step to make sure the bridge is stable for him.
Yet he wants to pull toward the danger. Toward where he thinks would be best. He trusts his doggy logic over the human reasoning of those who love him most.
I, too, do this.