Then we had this conversation, loosely translated:
me: You wanna go for a walk?
Galen: Oh boy do I! Yes please.
(I attach the leash and get my keys; Galen sits attentively by the door, which I open.)
me: Okay, let's go!
Galen: Hang on, it smells wet out there.
me: Come on!
Galen (emerging slowly from the house): But there's water...
me (stepping off the covered part of the porch): Let's go!
Galen (remaining very solidly on the dry part): How 'bout we don't?
me: You wanna go for a walk? Come on!
Galen: I bring to your attention the water falling from the sky.
Galen: Also my feet have suddenly fused with the concrete.
Galen: You should come back on the dry part too. Don't you know it's raining?
me: But walking!
Galen: But dry.
So we didn't go for a walk this morning.