Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night keeps Chris from wanting to go outside. There have been times when I have come home at night during a cold rain only to have Chris slip past me and run outside. Once out, he doesn’t care that he is getting wet. He only cares that he is outside.
Last weekend he was begging me to open the door on the patio and let him out, despite the fact that it was foggy and wet. I complied and he ran out and immediately started eating grass. He must be getting old. Two years ago he would have raced out the door to look for lizards (see here), now he just eats grass. Granted, he does other things too, but he always starts with the grass.