Who wants to go out?!

Those words set a dog's heart racing with such immeasurable joy that their body twitches with excitement. Did I say twitches? Pardon me, that's an understatement. Make that swings wildly from side to side. When I pick up the leash to take Chaplin out for a walk, I can hear the sound of his claws against the floor scrambling towards me. He wags his tail so hard, his whole backside sways two and fro while he circles me expectantly. At this point he's walking round fast, moving his hips continuously with his head bobbing up and down as he tries hard to suppress his squeals of joy. It takes a few moments to get the chain around his anything-but-stationary head. Leash in place, he begins to jump on me, clawing me for delaying any further and steadily begins to bark his head off. After trying desperately to calm down this hyper-active dog; and succeeding momentarily, I open the door. This sets him off again and sends tremors of happiness through his body and he resumes his dance. And then I brace myself. Fwoosh! He leads me bounding down the stairs, nearly tripping me at every second step. If you don't run down with him, he'd be flying you like a kite. This going down the stairs part of the walk is full of loud, incessant, maniacal barking that puts mortal fear into any passerby's heart. Once down the stairs, he makes a frantic dash for the gate, as though fearing I'll change my mind and yank him back upstairs. I use the word yank since that's the only way to make him go anywhere he doesn't wish to be. Only and only once he's outside the gate is he at peace.

There's a peanuts comic strip that I identified with 100%. Charlie Brown, I couldn't have said it any better.