Picture the scenario: it's cold and snowy outside, I'm warm and snug in front of a roaring log fire, my human calls out "Ben, are you coming for a walk?" I don't move, the fire is so nice and cozy, she calls again; still no movement from me. After the third call I reluctantly get up and we go for a walk. Ten minutes in and the sky turns black, the wind starts howling and within seconds I'm whiter than Santa Claus's beard!
Don't get me wrong, I love a walk as much as the next dog but you know I'm getting on in life. Would you drag a pensioner out in a snowstorm or let then sit by the fire? I think we need to come to some kind of agreement - if you don't fancy going for a walk because it's cold and wet, chances are I don't either. I have a yard, I'll let you know when I want to pee.
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