You want me to sleep in the dog house?
Yes, Grampa insulated it. Yes, there are dog crates and blankies in it. Yes, I can snuggle with my siblings in it. But why would I do that, when I can sleep here, on the bed in your office, with two pillows, and a Grammy to kiss and cuddle me? Just tell me why. Or give me a big, raw steak to lure me outside. C'mon, when I lie here like this with a big smile on my face, don't you want to cuddle me? You want me to sleep where?