Simon is a weird dog. He doesn't seem to like going for walks. It may be that he doesn't like the cold. He may be that he is just lazy. He is more attached to the indoors than my brother Andrew.
The other day I was cleaning his poop (aka, yard twinkies) off our front lawn. He seemed very upset by this. I think he thought he was creating a work of art on the front 40. He takes the decision of where to dump his meanderings very seriously. I imagine he has some grand scheme in mind each bowel movement. Understandably, he was upset with I disrupted his creative flow. He could be the next great canine savant.
He is taking over the house. Everything that was ours is now his.