The weather hasn't been very good so far in the PNW, but I have been able to open the french doors to the upper back deck a few times and have the great pleasure of watching Thumper walk out into fresh air for the first time in his life. He grew up in the shelter and is about five now. He ran from one side to the other, looking down into the garden and up into the sky, sniffing madly. Dallas did the same but also looked as though he was trying to figure out how to get on the roof. I ushered them both inside at that point.