That's new. Reaction to our car.
We have a pretty long driveway. When I'm walking Nikki and my husband drives up, she now sits directly in front of the car and looks genuinely confused like my husband should be petting her even though he's still in the car. It's the funniest association as if the car is my husband. Getting her to move is nearly impossible. I could barely get her in the house today when he drove up to get me. She just sat there in front of the car. What's funny is that we work out of the house so we're hardly ever gone. I wonder if it's a form of separation anxiety though.