I swear, sometimes Murphy could not be more annoying if he were twins.
You know it's cold out when I call him to the door to put him outside so that he can tend to his dog business, only to have him stop about ten feet from the door and refuse all entreaties and direct orders to go outside. These last few days I have had to repeatedly chase him down, take him by the collar, frog-march him to the door, and toss him out onto the porch to get him to go outside.
Now he's added a new trick to his repertoire on top of this: The last couple of days, when it's time to come back in, he'll come to the porch, wait for me to open the door, then look at me and scamper off back out into his run, only to come right back again as soon as I close the door.
Either way, I wind up standing there with the door open, just letting all the heat out for no good reason while he horses around. Like I said, folks...he's a purebred jerk sometimes.