I called Liquorice, my Newfoundland puppy, to come into the breezeway to be “locked up” behind a welded mesh partition while my father watered the garden. If you know anything about Newfoundlands then you would realize my little darling would find a way to receive more of the hose’s bounty than our wilting garden. She knew what was to happen, so she ever so slowly raised her woolly body and walked with glacial calm across the lawn. Another summons from me resulted in only a cursory glance in my direction as she lowered her nose to, it seemed, locate the perfect spot to piddle. As usual in these matters fussy Liquorice took her time knowing she was to be “imprisoned” when she had finished. With some impatience I encouraged her “Go on. Have a little leak!” She looked up at me with a dignified yet pained expression on her cute puppy face. So I instructed her this time “OK then. Have a BIG leak!” Her response was immediate. Liquorice squatted and did a poo!
Contrary little so-and-so.
Arthur Witten
Liquorice – Can’t a girl have a bit of privacy around here!