‘Mr. I Can’t Urinate in the Snow because it’s Scary’, or the dog formerly known as Mal the Wonderpup has just finally taken his first pee in the snow. Now when I say he peed in the snow finally, what I’m really saying is that I didn’t have to fight with him. I didn’t have to coax him outside three billion times prior to my giving up because I just can’t stay up all night long while he does the inside/outside dance and still hasn’t produced one single drop of urine yet.
Mal rang the stupid bell, I opened the door expecting the typical fight. I grabbed hold of his collar and began the process of luring/dragging him outside, and was pleasantly surprised when the Wonderpup didn’t put up a fight.
Instead he leapt outside and assumed the stance, and suddenly ‘whoosh’ there it was, a very steaming hot stream of urine. I closed the back door and began to sing and dance in jubilation. I fetched a treat for the little pup because he was so brilliant about using the outdoors as his port-a-potty. When I got back to the door after getting the dog biscuit, Mal was still standing in the same spot, with a small lake (now christened Lake Alotta-Pee-Pee).
When the dog has to go, he really has to go!