Twice a day, everyday, when I walk the boys, it’s not enough that they have to pee on every scent, on every plant, bush, rock, and mailbox, on every garbage can, and on every little kid standing still that we happen to come across on the same one mile loop we ALWAYS walk.
No way.
That ain’t near enough. They gotta top the yellow stream with the pee pee dance-its like it’s their end-zone celebration- their slamming the ball down and dancing off, hip-hoppin’ sideways to the roaring crowds.
This is how it goes-
They snuffle up something worth peeing on which is anything and everything and then they lift opposing legs and pee on each other and then, while they’re reveling in the warm gift they’ve given each other, they happily root?, or rut?
They both become furry little rototillers, churning up the grass and sand and dirt and hurling it back behind them in huge clumps.
It’d be cute if they did it once every now and again.
But they have to do it EVERY time they pee- which is like every ten feet?
I don’t get it- is it because they still have their dangly bits?
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