And the dog won.
I was upstairs and Harvey was barking as he has been almost non-stop since I came home from the cafe. I had had enough. I stormed downstairs and shouted, 'Right, you are going out now whether you want to or not!'
He didn't want to. I got behind him and pushed; he leaned back against me. I snarled, 'Go on, get out.'
He said, 'No, I'm not going,' and pushed back.
Then he sat down.
And that was that. The end of the fight.
I might have lost the battle but I haven't lost the war. Yet.