In normal weather, breaking away from the humans is a joyous occasion - much marking of territory, barking at passersby, sniffing the ground, taunting other fenced dogs, sometimes chasing a cat, more sniffing, more barking, more howling, ignoring your owner. It's all pretty much worth it even if it does make the humans mad.
But somehow it's not the same when there are icicles hanging from your lips and you're wet and miserable, and the cat is sitting in the kitchen window taunting you.
Please. I won't do it again.