Walking a dog in a bathrobe?

I have to disagree with most here. It's a pet peeve of mine when I see people shopping in the grocery store in their pajamas, or walking down a sidewalk in their robe. I don't know why but it gets on my nerves when I see people not dressing appropriately - like guys who wear blue jeans to their prom while their date has gone all out for the gown, make up and hair style. It wouldn't kill the guys to get a suit and wear one upon occasion to something special like that.

A robe is suppose to be for inside the home, not out on public streets. To me, it just indicates laziness. I can understand someone in a robe running out and getting their mail from a mail box, or changing the sprinklers on their lawn. But not walking around the block like that or going to a grocery store dressed in such a way.

How hard it it to throw on a pair of jeans, or pants and a shirt and make one self look presentable to others - a minute or two minutes at most?

Maybe because I'm older and can still remember when as a kid, I use to see people dress nicely all the time. Men in real suits and hats (not baseball caps), women wearing pretty day dresses, slacks but most people in jeans and shirts.
For me, it's a matter of self pride. If I'm going to go off my property or be outside for any length of time, I'm going to toss something on besides my pajamas/robe, even if it's just some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Even then, I don't think I would go into a business dressed in sweat pants, but I would probably feel ok walking the dog around the neighborhood dressed like that.

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Stormy

Personally, I can't envision an occasion on which I would prefer to walk the dog while I was wearing pjs/robe as opposed to regular clothes, though if I'm walking the dog those clothes are more likely to be something like jeans and a t-shirt plus whatever outerwear might be necessary than anything more formal than that. First, most of the year, it's either going to be too cold or too hot to be wearing a bathrobe. Second, if I'm going to have to put on shoes and socks (or sandals)--and I don't have slippers that would work for walking a dog for long enough for it to be a reasonable walk--then I might as well put on pants, and if I'm going to do that, I might as well get dressed. Third, I just don't think it's that easy to walk around (or bend down to pick up after a dog) in a long or three-quarters length robe, which is how long my robes are. I'd rather be wearing a jacket. Finally, I know I personally don't look that great in a robe and jammies--I'm comfortable, but it's not my best look--and while I'm not especially vain, again, if I'm going to have to put on shoes, brush teeth and hair, wash my face etc., I might as well just get dressed.

Now, I will step outside in my pjs to get the newspaper (provided my idiot carrier manages to get it anywhere near my front step as opposed to the middle of the driveway, the middle of the yard, or, my personal favorite, the middle of the shrubbery) and since my backyard doesn't face the street, and I let my dog out through a three season porch anyway, I routinely let him out first thing in the morning in my jammies (and sometimes during the late night hours, if he decides he wants to go out right before we go to bed), but then I either stay in the porch and wait for him or go back in the house and wait for him to bark to be let back in. If I were going to leave the house for any reason other than an absolute emergency (like a house fire or a runaway dog), however, I would throw on some clothes and run a brush through my hair.

Incidentally, where I live, there's an older woman--probably in her seventies--who routinely walks long distances in the summer in shorts and a bikini top. She's always reading a book while she walks too. There's literally a facebook page about her, where people report where and when they've seen her. She pops up all over the city. She's obviously in great shape with all that walking, though I do wonder how she manages to walk while so intently reading. I'm sure I would, at some point, trip over a crack in the sidewalk or miss a curb.