The little dog

She’s already taking him out on a leash. She stays on her balcony while her little dog, clothed in his sports attire, walks to the snow-covered lawn. It rounds its back, makes its poop by looking at its mistress. When it is finished, it scratches the floor with its hind legs, then looks at its mistress again. She calls it, and they both come into the house. That’s it, the exercise is done. This is certainly not a time to put a dog out.

It’s never a time anyway since in summer it’s the same ride.