After feeding the outside dogs their dinner I let them out of their kennels for a few minutes each to attend to “business”. When it was his turn Rebel was standing up dancing against the gate (he’s pretty tall when he stands up like that!) howling and yowling. I thought he must need to go really badly. As soon as the gate opened he was off like a greyhound, galloped two hot laps around the big yard then dashed back into his kennel and stood on his bed looking at me expectantly, “I’m done now. I’m ready for my treat. I just needed a good run.” Silly boy!