What, dear interweb, could possibly be going through my dog's walnut-sized brain at 4:30 in the morning that would make him not want to come back inside out of the below-zero temperatures after I oh-so-graciously let him out against my better judgement?
I hate him.
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I have been known to tie Eddie up so I can pull him back in when he has had--in my mind--enough time. I have also been known to go out in the frigid cold in my jammies and unwrap him from the deck posts.
Grr.
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