From Elias' view, the problem with us going foxhunting is that he has to get up early. A WHOLE HOUR early.
I had to nudge him out of bed with my boot toe and throw him outside to toilet. I got the dirtiest look.
When he came back in, he went back to bed and curled up in a small dogball and went back to sleep. Poor, poor dog.
When called for breakfast, he played his trump card. He couldn't make it up the (two) stairs into the kitchen for breakfast.