“I put the leash on Wreck, but he won’t go outside.”
“Well, it is raining pretty hard.”
“I know, but who ever heard of a dog that refuses to go for a walk?”
“Maybe he’s smarter than other dogs. I wouldn’t go for a walk in this weather either.”
“Don’t you want to go walkies, Wreck?” I crooned.
Wreck looked out at the rain, then up at me. He took a step back.
I sighed. Wreck and I had sloshed through the rain last night, and had gotten completely soaked and cold. He knew better than to do it again tonight, and yet here I was, trying to force him to walk with me.
“Fine, we won’t go. Chris?”
“You’ll have to get up and let this dog out when he has to pee at 2 AM since he won’t go out now.”
“That hardly seems fair.”