Been reminiscing lately about childhood angst and silly endeavours; so I decided I would share some of them with you. I had a male miniature silver poodle named Monsieur Feisty (Feisty Booger for short). Being a male that was not surrounded by other males of his species, he always squatted when he pee’d just like his sisters would if they were still around him.
One beautiful spring day my friend Barb visited and she brought Satan (her champion German Shepherd) with her. Well Feisty trotted on over to huge Satan and proceeded to lie down. (He wasn’t taking any chances that Satan would misinterpret his intentions.) Satan strolled over; took one sniff of the little “dead” silver bundle; turned and walked away. Little Feisty trotted along behind that huge dog as if Satan was his new-found protector. It was funny to see the two of them together. Satan would even stop and look back to see if his silver shadow was coming, and satisfied, would saunter along some more!
Eventually Satan decided it was time to relieve himself and — since he couldn’t find any trees around — chose a telephone pole to leave his mark. I always regretted not having a camera because I would have loved to share that photo with the world. Anyway Satan raises his hind leg as any virile male dog should and proceeds to spray the telephone pole. Little Feisty — not wanting to be left out — proceeds to stand under Satan’s huge chest and raises his hind leg higher and higher until his silver body is almost completely vertically aligned!
Satan looked down at his little protege’, and — satisfied that Feisty had properly learned the technique — began to spray the pole along with Feisty! Barb and I laughed so hard, we thought we were going to have to run to the bathroom. And that’s how Monsieur Feisty learned to pee!