First big mistake of the morning – thinking of myself before the dog.
Breakfast was over, and we both had to “go”. Usually I take the dog outside, then take myself inside – so to speak. Today I said, “No, me first, then you – it’s no fun hopping around on one leg outside while you do your business – though it does keep me warm on a frosty morn.”
You can probably see where this is leading.
What amazed me was that he waited until I had my coat on and was walking towards the sliding glass doors off the family room before lifting his leg and peeing all over the door-mat and little bucket where we store the leashes and other dog stuff.
Those who know Duke know that once he starts – he doesn’t stop. In addition, he’s not the kind of dog to take little pees – marking here and there. No, he waits, and goes once per walk – and it takes the old guy about 30 seconds. This was one of the long ones and as I stood there with the back door open yelling and swearing, he just stared at me – and peed.