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I know islay. One dog we had, a Labrador, six months old at the time, I used to take out every morning. One day there was snow on the ground. I called him and he hurtled to the back door, tail wagging like mad. I opened the door and his tail nearly caught up with his nose! He had a sniff, looked up at me as if to say 'You're on your own mate!' and he went back to bed. 'Fine' I thought. When nature forced him to go out, he found it was quite fun, I couldn't get him in again. He love the boys to throw soft snowballs at him so that he could catch them and they splattered all over his face. Mad as a box of frogs.