Dog pee accidents and website control June 23, 2010 1 Comment
A rather harrowing situation occurred this morning. The culprit’s name is Oscar and he’s a brindle boxer with four white paws, a wishbone of white around his nose and a permanent look of mischief. This puddle of sunshine happened thusly: I let the dog out, dog didn’t need to pee, dog wandered around lawn, dog went back inside. Cue a few hectic minutes of me getting ready, stuffing my face with toast and shepherding my belongings. I return to the kitchen to find a pool of yellow spreading across the doorway. *sigh*
Now, Oscar is getting on a bit now, he’s nearly six. Or in dog years he’s probably about 3, 528. Logic and experience tells me he should’ve grown out of his piddly puppy ways and embraced a higher level of bladder control and the lower level of kicked arse that comes with it. But no, he still likes to play the pee card, knowing that he can cause a furry fury by letting rip. It can be frustrating and sometimes I wish I could tell exactly what he’s thinking so that these moments of unmonitored moistness could be avoided.
