Speak up will you!!?!

Our dear woofikins, 46 as he is called, carries his ear trumpet, always, but we're beginning to suspect he may have selective hearing syndrome. There he was, all togged up in his winter woollies to go out for a walk this morning, but when the door was opened, he wouldn't budge, made out he couldn't hear our entreaties. True, the wind was particularly wild, but, oh well, as I've blipped before, dogs will be dogs...