When you have an elderly dog and a young puppy, it's hard to know whodunnit.
I grabbed the paper towel and the spray bottle with half water half white vinegar and went at it, muttering loudly. Brady came over to sniff it, and bolted back at the scent of the vinegar which he can't stand. He could tell I wasn't happy and he proceeded to roll in the vinegar-water sprayed rug near where I was cleaning. Then, he flew over to his dog bed and rolled around in there.
I took both Sophie and Brady outside and announced (faux) cheerfully that THIS was the place to pee! Sophie proceeded to squat, precariously balancing on her little hind legs. "Good girl!" I said as I was pelted with rain (did I mention it hasn't stopped raining since last night?)
"Here's a yummy cheese biscuit for GOOD dogs," I told her as I placed the tidbit in her mouth. Meanwhile, Brady stood next to me looking all expectant for his yummy tidbit. None was forthcoming, as I grew suspicious that he might be the culprit since he did not seem at all interested in pissing (so uncharacteristic!) on the muddy, brown grassy lawn.
When we went back inside, I found another little puddle and that was when I announced, "All are Punish-shed," (Remember? The prince's famous line from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?)
I put Sophie in her crate and scowled at Brady on his dog bed as I wiped and sprayed and wiped again. Sophie, of course, whined and knocked against the little door. Brady (with his little floating halo perched above his head) looked over at her and then, at me, as if to say, "That's an old lady in there whining- don't you see?"
So, I let her out, still unsure of who the guilty pissing party was.
I guess when Brady weighs about 50 or 60 lbs, it will be really clear whose puddle it belongs to because, in his case, it'll be more like a lake.
Does he look guilty to you?
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