I don't know what it is, but lately I like to go outside at night and rest. I think it's starting to frustrate Mommy. She always gives each of us one last chance to go potty before turning in for the night. Instead of going to potty, I go out and settle on my outdoor dawg bed. Sometimes I go potty and then settle on my bed. Mommy says I look so comfortable resting there that she hates to make me come in. The problem is, if she doesn't make me come in I will wake her up some time later in the night barking my head off to get inside. She knows it; I know it. I just don't want her rushing me.
I usually reserve my outdoor dawg bed for the long hot days of summer, but I've felt it calling to me at night recently. I don't know about where you live, but the nights have been quite chilly here. I'm looking at this most recent development in my schedule as proof that I am NOT getting OLD. How many old people do you know that like to go out in the cold? I can't think of one. I find the night air invigorating. Old people won't tell you that!
Secretly, I think Mommy is afraid I'm going to go outside, settle down on my bed, and pass on to Glory. Mommy, you need not worry about that. I have a few more good years in me! I know you've been trying to bribe the new vet into making me live forever. I doubt that will happen, and so far there's nothing wrong with me a few good pills can't handle. Until then, let me enjoy my time outside in the evenings. Even if that means you have to stay up late waiting on me . . . please?