This morning it’s -30. Simba didn’t go outside first thing but he does have to go out before we both go to work. He doesn’t want to go outside (fair!!) so I toss a couple treats outside, which works (of course). Off he goes to the back fence around the garage. We’re getting ready for work and then after a couple minutes realize he hasn’t come back to the door.
Open the door, call his name. Nothing. It’s still dark outside and did I mention BLOODY FREEZING??
He has to come inside, but he’s now got it in his head that he doesn’t want to. We assume he’s now in his crate under the deck and doesn’t want to move. (As an aside, this is not unusual. He can be inside and refuse to go out, or outside and refuse to come in. For no discernible reason we can fathom.) At any rate, this is NOT the time to play silly beggars. He literally could freeze to death if he stayed outside. Calling him, dropping treats on the deck, nope. Argh. Doesn’t work.
We can’t exactly crawl under the deck to get him - there’s a big pile of snow in front - he gets in at the side through a smaller opening. We are all dressed up for outside but still, it’s REALLY cold. Finally, he decides it might be a good idea to come in, and creeps back onto the deck to get the treats. But even with the open door and warmth on offer, he still is very unsure about coming in.
FINALLY he decides it might be ok to come inside.


Honestly he is so weird!
I do think this stems from his first home. He obviously was tossed outside a lot when he didn’t want to go and vice-versa. So he has a bit of a complex about the whole procedure especially when he knows we really want him to either go out or come in. Which generally isn’t too much of a deal but not when it’s so very cold!!!