WARNING: Because of the content of this post, NO TABBY CATS ALLOWED!!!
Dusty T. Dog is a dog as in ‘You dog!” He does some “dog” things which are not always very appealing to non-dog creatures (as in me). When he first came to live with me 10+ years ago, he was so happy to have a home that he would not leave the yard, not even to go on a walk, or a hike in the mountains. NOTHING. No way. When I came home from school in the evening, Dusty would invariably piss on my foot the moment I stepped through the gate. Fortunately, I wore rubber flip-flops so it was not a big deal. He was saying, dog that he is, “She’s MINE and she’s not leaving AGAIN if I have anything to say about it!”
When Dusty arrived, there were three Siberian husky girls to welcome him — and they did. They adored him. He loved them, too. They did their best to turn this dobie/lab mix into a Siberian Husky, teaching him to hunt and howl. But, things started happening. Jasmine died of cancer, and Cheyenne had to be put down after a dog fight. All that remained of Dusty’s Huskies was Lily T. Wolf.
That’s when he began peeing on her. He peed on her every morning. He peed on her if a male anything — such as a handyman — came into the yard. Dusty was determined Lily wasn’t going to leave him. I had to figure out ways to keep Lily somewhat house-worthy. Baby wipes…
Once in a while — very, very seldom — he pees on Bear in the early morning when I let them out first thing. Yesterday — I guess because my pack is out and I’m getting ready to go on a short journey (with them!) — he regaled Bear with his love and uncertainty.