So, this morning I turned on the backyard light, checked carefully for skunks and then took Willow out to her ex-pen. She went in like always, just trotting in, no problem. Then she turned to face me. I encouraged her to go out and eliminate. She stood stock-still and stared at me. More gentle encouragement from me. A staring dog, rooted to the ground. I wondered if she wasn't drinking enough and was dehydrated. I wondered if she was having kidney issues. I encouraged, she stood stock-still. I entreated her to go. Nope, she was a statue. I opened the gate to the pen. She trotted out into the backyard and promptly did both one and two., She sashayed over to me for her treat and then headed for the door, giving me an over the shoulder look as if to say, "Come on, dad, it's breakfast time. It's a good thing she's so cute.