Life with three canines is full of love, snuggles, barks, fur, and pee. My three guys are definitely high-maintenance, each with their own quirks. Dingo is sensitive and constantly needs to be held, petted, or somehow touching humans. Chico is a little bear cub, sometimes gruff, sometimes confused, but always a mama’s boy. Willie.. he’s an asshole.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Willie to the moon. He's funny and sweet and cuddly, but his sass... Its off the charts. He's also smarter than me. He manipulates me into giving him what he wants.
He has always used peeing as a way to express his displeasure, especially when his mama is working longer hours. Last week, I came downstairs from getting ready for work to a circle of pee around my coffee table. I knew it wasn’t Dingo because he was upstairs with me and I knew it wasn’t Chico because the dog just doesn’t go in the house. As I was cleaning it up, Willie sauntered in. He looked me dead in the eye and lifted his leg and peed on the couch. Asshole.
So, I strapped a disposable belly band around him and left for work. He’s been wearing them most days now. And when I forget, he usually pees. Just today, I found myself singing to him when I got home: “Good Willie! No pee pee in your diapey diaper!” He went down the doggy ramp, did his business and came back in demanding attention. I loved on him for a bit and then had to go to meet my sister for dinner.
I came home to a puddle of pee. Sigh. It’s a glamorous life.