Lewis wags hello and mentions that if you were here he’d surely be allowed outdoors right now immediately so what are you waiting for.

I remind him that you are not as big a sucker for his exit dance as I am and he attempts to deny that until he realizes that by doing so he is, in effect, calling you a bigger sucker, which is not a particularly good tactic to employ with someone who admires you as much as I do.

So, he changes his approach and looks very solemn as he reminds me of the small-yappy-dog threat ever-present next door that must be dealt with severely if we hope to have peace in our time.

I relent, and slide open the back door.