Once upon a time, we walked our dogs on various trails in and around the towns we lived in. As of late though, our walks are confined to the park/woods at the top of the street, or on various streets around our neighborhood. It’s become the place where the majority of our adventures take place.
I’m a friendly type of gal, and always wave to and speak to people as we pass. Some of the people around here are friendlier than others, but I think that’s true anywhere.
When I walk the dogs I like to face oncoming traffic. 1) That is what I was taught as a child, 2) if someone isn’t paying attention, or doesn’t see me, I can do my best to avoid THEM, and 3) if someone isn’t paying attention, I want to make sure my terror face stays in their minds forever…;-)
Because of some untrained dogs owned by a number of DADO’s in our ‘hood, we often times have to cross the street and walk with traffic. I try to keep those times short, but sometimes, we do drift along. Mostly the neighborhood doesn’t have a lot of traffic and I try and keep my eyes and ears open.
Last night I was giving Delilah her evening walk. Delilah’s a hoot because you just never know WHAT she’s going to do in any given situation. Not to mention that she will zig when you want to zag, or get her leash tangled, pee on the paint the utility company marks lawns and roads with, roll on a dead worm, kick dirt on you or any number of other things. Siriusly. The list goes on and on.
We were approaching a house where one of our neighbors was watering his lawn. I wave to this guy when I see him, but we seldom have the opportunity to exchange pleasantries. So, we approach his house, and we both wave and he says, “Hello”.
I almost always respond to a hello or hi with, “Hi, how are you?” I was raised to be polite, what can I say?
He was apparently raised the same way I was, because he said, “I’m good, how are you?”
So I said, “I’m great!”
That’s when Delilah squatted and peed in the street.
In. The. Street. Not on the side of the street, no, she was about five to six feet out from the curb.
Piss on it, kick some grass over it and walk away. That’s my motto.
I looked at him and sort of shrugged my shoulders and we both laughed, then he said, “Well at least you know she’s not picky where she goes.”
And I responded with “No, she has no problem finding somewhere to pee, in fact, last week, she even pooped in the street. At least it was easy to pick up.”
He was still laughing when we left.
Come on! Who HASN’T done that!? Show of hands?!
I have taken to peeing on curbs that past months. Mom finds it funny, but good since no one can say I pee on their lawn. It’s good to be funny. Most of our neighbors find us plain odd since we are always out walking and running.
🙂 Oh Delilah, when they were handing out shyness, you certainly did not get in line! Like my Callie. Bless you both!
Such a good girl, D. Taking care of business with a single focus – taking care of business. There is a pavement pooper in our apartment complex. Her name is Tessie. Her mom says she was born and raised in NYC and didn’t always have grass in her neighborhood, so she is fine pooping in the street. Mom looks back, envious of Tessie’s mom’s clean, dry shoes while I drag her through wet grass, weeds, puddles, and mud. #picky
Love and licks,
Cupcake
She does keep you entertained. Both my dogs will pee on the street if they have to, especially Roxy.
Misty the alpha Poodle will pee and poop only on the lushest of lawns, I’d prefer Delilah’s habits any day.
It’s always good to be the neighborhood entertainment! People like you for that. 🙂
Does Delilah at least stop every time she pees? Cricket often walks and pees (or poops!) at the same time…LOL.
My Holly will do that. Her motto is “never waste an opportunity to pee.”
While funny, it was always something we appreciated when she was going to dog shows on a regular basis. We never had to worry about her having an accident at a show or in the ring. She would just squat in the parking lot outside the show site.
Sam must have sent her a pee-mail. He’s big on peeing exactly at the intersection of sidewalks going up toward front porches. #OhThatDog Nice to see D-Dog is a great ice breaker on the convo circuit. 😆
Last fall (when I was living in an apartment and only had two dogs) both my dogs did this! They would pee on the curb or just in the parking lot but it was usually on top of leaves. I decided it was the complex’s fault, if they had better grounds maintenance that dogs wouldn’t think the parking lot was a potty!
That being said, my Aunt’s dog only poops on pavement. She was born early in the year and was being potty trained in March, living in Upstate NY. She is a shitzu so normally the snow is higher than her, she learned to go on the driveway and it is where she prefers to go to this day.
I love how unique each dog is. I continue to learn new things about mine and every layer just lights up my soul!