The punchline here is very secondary, although if you look at a dog’s face when you rub them behind the ears, it is a very apt comparison. But the strip really hangs on the main truism, which I wrote from the heart.

I almost love getting caught in the cold damp rain, because the feeling a warm shower, putting on a dry bathrobe and slippers, and then even better — a fire and some cocoa, has got to be one of the most divine things ever. Which is funny, because you need the awfulness of being cold and damp or else it’s not the same.