The Blonde bounded in, full of joy and hugs, eager to please. She buried her nose in his crotch by way of a greeting, while I ushered the Urchin out into the garden for our customary hello (where I hold her still so's I can pat her on the head and pretend she's a normal dog, and she squrims and wets herself). Satisfied that I'd squeezed her bladder dry, I let her back in. She's cute! he exclaimed, and picked her up to give her a hug, whereupon she promptly sprayed his hoodie with piss.
He'll learn.
He'll learn.
