Gus doesn't know about anybody else but he's tired of winter.
If it were up to him these frigid winter days would be spent lounging by a warm fire, only occasionally turning over to toast the other side.
Gus would be all in favor of spending the winter in hibernation, as long as there was a nice warm bed and a goodly supply of milk bones.
But alas, the life of a house dog comes with its obligations.
Despite his assurances to the contrary, he cannot wait until Spring to piddle.
Since he was a tiny puppy Gus has hated cold weather; and he strives to make it clear how much he resents our insistence on taking him into a deep freeze to piddle.
To this end, Gus has perfected the art of false piddling.
He will unwillingly trudge outside only to go through the piddle protocol; a slight bending of the back legs along with the lifting of one heel. Then he'll dash to the door and certain warmth.
Only it was just a ruse.
This means he can't just be let outside to go potty like a normal dog.
No, Gus must be closely monitored to ensure he actually goes.
Of course his tendency to false piddle makes pottying take twice as long, forcing not only Gus but his people to suffer in below zero wind chills.
I guess this reasoning is a little too nuanced for the basset brain.
Or maybe he knows exactly what he's doing.
