very morning it happens. Chef gets up, comes downstairs, and opens the door to my room. He asks if I want to go out in an annoying, overly-loud tone, “Wanna go outside?!” He repeats this phrase over and over. Of course I don’t, I’m still sleeping- HELLO! I’d prefer to rest a little while longer, but no such luck- he picks me up, and places me on the cold wet grass in the backyard.