A funny quirk that Ferguson does while we're on walks and he's either tired of walking or very cold:
Ferg: "I'm cold/tired/hungry. Let's go inside." (starts to walk up driveway).
Me: "No, Ferg. We don't live there."
Ferg: "Oh." (a few houses later) "Jenny, I'm cold/tired/hungry. Let's go inside." (starts to walk up another random driveway).
Me: "No, Ferg. We don't live their either. We're half a mile from home."
Ferg: "Oh. Well, it still looks nice and cozy. Let's go inside anyway!"
Me: "That's not the way it works, buddy."
Ferg: "Well why not? I don't see anyone there....and look! There's a dog crossing sign out front! Or how about this one...it has blue shutters. Blue is your favorite color, right?"
Me: "Oh Ferguson...."
Ferg: "Or maybe we could just...what do you call it...'visit' for a little while so I can score some tummy rubs and get all warm, and maybe take a nap..."
Eventually, he gives up after about three to four tries, but I still find it amusing.