As I stepped out the door this morning, temp at 18 degrees, my 10 year old pup followed me to the door, and got such a confused look on his face when I wouldn’t let him go with me. The look was like “but daddy, you’ve got your shotgun, you’re gonna need me!”. I’m sure he went and told my wife all about it after I left. He has never barked since I have had him, but he will go into a whining fit to her when I don’t take him. It’s just too cold for his old bones this morning.