I took doggy over to dads house last week after I'd dropped Amy off at work. Brought him along to get him out and visit his surrogate father. Some key things to keep in mind in this story are the facts that he was outside between the car and the house, and he didn't see fit to pee. When we arrived at dads, he didn't see fit to pee, I even left him outside for a bit, and he didn't go.
So we come into dads place, and he just stays right by the door, in the entryway. Dad and I were downstairs, and he wouldn't come down. Even when we called, he just remained by the door. Wasn't barking or crying really. So I just figured he didn't want to walk down the highly polished and potentially slippery hardwood steps. Picked him up, brought him down. He said "Hi" to dad, rather impatiently, and then when he was set down, he silently peed, disguising his actions by walking around the room as he did. I noticed after the deed was done, since there were some conspicuous wet trails on the carpet.
To boot, Wendy was in the next room, and the first thing dad said was "oh quick! Wendy'll find out!" He quickly ran out, grabbed some paper towel, came back, and dried up the spot as best he could. The carpet was still visibly moistened, so he moved a small rug from its home, and placed it over the pee-spot to hide the mess. Below you will find a picture of the hidden mess, and some dogshots with dad as he masks his animosity towards the small creature
Dog in the car on the way home.
Next up are some snowshots of a fridged yorkshire terrier, clearly not suited to Canadian climes, as he attempts to relieve himself one cold January morning.
And finally, a picture of the dog in the front of the house! He looks a bit special, if you know what I mean.











