Jacpot Doesn't Understand

We hike miles to the store (Cindy has grocery bag in hand) through 2 feet of snow at times, Jacpot plays and plays the whole way. Upon returning to the cabin we are ready for a nice cup of hot chocolate and read by the fire. Jacpot gives a look of "I don't understand" why would we go back inside when I can bound through this fresh soft snow some more.