The Rascal knows the rules. No pee-pee in the front garden, otherwise it's punishment time.
We let him to the front after we got back at around 5pm. We reminded him again. No pee-pee, otherwise back to the back garden. He made his usual sprint to the front, displacing unfortunate pebbles in his path. He reached the front gate within seconds. Up came the right leg and ppppppppppssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttttttttt came a stream of yellow pee-pee all over the once-white front pillar.
"Who asked you to pee-pee? Who asked you to pee-pee? You jolly well know that you are not supposed to pee-pee here!", the G bellowed.
As soon as G took off his black shirt, Rascal was airlifted off the ground and banished to the back garden, only to have the heavy metal gate slammed into his face.
Go Directly To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200
It was a breezy evening so G and I sat at the new mosaic garden table set to catch up on the news, with the Rascal looking pitifully at us 10 feet away, whining and howling the house down, trying to gain some sympathy.
"Nope, no way little furry guy. You know the rules and you've got to be punished."
After what seemed like a reasonable time for him to reflect on his wrongdoings and repent, we let him out again, but not before giving him a severe warning. This time, he SEEMED obedient, just happily trotting about the garden, minding his own business, not peeing on any of the plants at the side.
After I was done with the newpapers, I took a stroll to the front to check out the plants, and lo and behold, I had a very guilty dog at my feet, cowering down as I walk. This was a sure sign that he had done something very naughty that he knew he shouldn't have. I scouted around the garden for the smelly giveaway. Ah-Ha! I see remnants of a stream of yellow pee on the SAME pillar! He had the cheek! psssfffttt.
"Who did that? Who pee-peed again at the same spot?"
The crouched-low-on-the-ground-with-head-tucked-under guilty pooch got a harder wacking this time around before being banished yet again, having his freedom to roam the front garden disappearing before his own very sad-puppy-dog-eyes.
Go Directly To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200... Again.
No sympathy for the recalcitrant repeat offender this time round.
We let him to the front after we got back at around 5pm. We reminded him again. No pee-pee, otherwise back to the back garden. He made his usual sprint to the front, displacing unfortunate pebbles in his path. He reached the front gate within seconds. Up came the right leg and ppppppppppssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttttttttt came a stream of yellow pee-pee all over the once-white front pillar.
"Who asked you to pee-pee? Who asked you to pee-pee? You jolly well know that you are not supposed to pee-pee here!", the G bellowed.
As soon as G took off his black shirt, Rascal was airlifted off the ground and banished to the back garden, only to have the heavy metal gate slammed into his face.
Go Directly To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200
It was a breezy evening so G and I sat at the new mosaic garden table set to catch up on the news, with the Rascal looking pitifully at us 10 feet away, whining and howling the house down, trying to gain some sympathy.
"Nope, no way little furry guy. You know the rules and you've got to be punished."
After what seemed like a reasonable time for him to reflect on his wrongdoings and repent, we let him out again, but not before giving him a severe warning. This time, he SEEMED obedient, just happily trotting about the garden, minding his own business, not peeing on any of the plants at the side.
After I was done with the newpapers, I took a stroll to the front to check out the plants, and lo and behold, I had a very guilty dog at my feet, cowering down as I walk. This was a sure sign that he had done something very naughty that he knew he shouldn't have. I scouted around the garden for the smelly giveaway. Ah-Ha! I see remnants of a stream of yellow pee on the SAME pillar! He had the cheek! psssfffttt.
"Who did that? Who pee-peed again at the same spot?"
The crouched-low-on-the-ground-with-head-tucked-under guilty pooch got a harder wacking this time around before being banished yet again, having his freedom to roam the front garden disappearing before his own very sad-puppy-dog-eyes.
Go Directly To Jail, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200... Again.
No sympathy for the recalcitrant repeat offender this time round.
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