OK , anyone in my situation would have done the same. Except myself.
Let me try to explain the painfull and awkard situation I was in last night, around 4:00 AM. This is Thursday night, so no pubs ar alcohol were involved. Neither hard trash metal music or mushrooms. I lay in bed , and suddenly I hear that noise coming from the living rooom, a noise I now so well but a noise I try to ignore every time a hear it. It is the noise of a weening dog, the dog decided that 4:00 AM is a good time for a stroll (the bloody beast sleeps 20 hours a day), but hey , who am I to judge wether I should wake up and walk the dog or just ignore the sound. After a few minutes the weening gets louder, a small bark, a loud bark.
On the streets at 4:0 AM nobody is around, except from me and my hairy friend. Freezing cold, snowing, thinking about the wake up call from my kid at 6:30 AM. The dog is happy, his boss a little less happy. Mu first business meeting this morning went quite well, and 50 emails later I wish my dog to receive a grass pyama. He doesn’t care. He is probably asleep. dreaming of his next morning stroll.