I suppose it’s a bit of a unique case; my high school’s classrooms did not have doors, and we were located pretty close to wooded areas. Assuming there is an active shooter inside the building, running was deemed to be the safest choice if available.
I sometimes forget our architecture was a little nonstandard.
Similar, but with my feet/ankles. She wants to be close, but isn’t a big fan of petting. I’m not always great at respecting that desire, so we compromise like this.