I shouldn’t be as excited about these things as I admittedly am. Surely it speaks volumes about my life.
A few days ago, Lomax took about the longest pee I’ve ever seen him take. I didn’t have my watch on, so I couldn’t clock it, but it was amazing — it must have been a minute or more. I stood in awe; we were out there so long it was almost embarrassing. He was full stream ahead, standing in one place, one little hind leg raised slightly. There was no sniffing every three inches for someone else’s pee-spot to be usurped. There was no desperate search for a tree or a lamppost or another suitable target.
Brother Liam’s people once referred to our boys as “Lords of the Three-Second Whiz,” but I am relieved (ahem) to say that now, post-neutering, those days seem to have passed.