My
dog pees on trash.
Not
in the "oh, i want to mark this garbage bag” kind of way, I mean, that when my
dog has to pee, she actively looks for trash to relieve herself on.
A few months ago some woman saw my dog peeing on a discarded piece of newspaper, and
asked if she was paper-trained. I laughed and said no. My dog, a stray from the
streets of Puerto Rico, has never been paper-trained. After she was brought to
the states, she has gone to the bathroom indoors exactly four times. Twice with
her foster parents and twice with me - both of which book-ended a near death collapse
and subsequent hospitalization.
My
dog would rather pee outside, and for whatever reason- she chooses to do that
on trash. Leaves will do, too. She doesn’t
discriminate. Yesterday she peed on a
lost glove. I hope the owner has another pair. She is particularly fond of
plastic grocery bags. I once watched her patiently wait for the wind to die
down so she could pee in the exact center of a bag.
A
dear friend of mine has wondered multiple times how I managed to find a dog
who is as weird as I am. We rescued each
other, I suppose. And I will always make
sure to never litter indoors.
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