I'm hoping some of my friends out there in the internet will understand...
We have been enduring a bout of notably stormy weather here in the UK of late. Even in the relatively sheltered woods where Gail took me walking on Sunday afternoon, I could feel the cool wind ripping through my furs.
I think Gail must have been feeling a bit chilly, 'cos she started getting rather short with me, complaining I was taking too much time over my important 'marking' activities.
Friends, you know how important it is to mark the one's territory with both accuracy and precision?
In normal conditions, this is relatively straightforward, and I suppose Gail simply didn't realise how in high winds, the trajectory of one's peemail, between dog and tree, is liable to distortion, and the degree of distortion can be particularly tricky to predict when the wind strength and direction is variable. Thus, lining oneself up in the right position to achieve a true aim takes longer than normal.
And can you imagine, Gail just thought I was "dawdling".
PS Gail and I had a little debate about whether or not this post qualifies for the LLB Gang's Nature Friday blog hop. I pointed out that the subject matter includes what humans sometimes refer to as "a call of nature" and also makes an important point about the impact of the forces of nature on a dog's ability to delineate his territory. Gail remains unconvinced. But it is MY blog!
Happy Nature Friday!
Bertie, we are with you and guess what? we have the same topic today... like they say in france: je t'AIME LOLReplyDelete
That's something I don't have a problem with Bertie! I usually answer my "calls of nature" in the garden, whenever I can, though I do very occasionally leave a little mark outside for others to enjoy. Being a girl, of course, I don't have to worry about which way the wind blows or the degrees of distortion.ReplyDelete
It's a hard life being a boy, and I can sympathise with you!
Hmmm, I can understand Gail's hesitation on the matter. But Bertie lad, it IS your blog and I am inclined to accept your argument! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Gail still thinks the post is somewhat contrary to the spirit, if not the letter, of the blog hop!Delete
Our mom likes to rush us too sometimes. We are girls so we don't have that issue that you have, but we need time to find just the right place to squat.ReplyDelete
Indeed, Bertie. Sound scientific argument trumps silly human sensitivities, eh?ReplyDelete
Bertie you gave me the best case of giggles in the early morning. Hilarious....and there is a saying I have heard for years when one is in a hurry for the change of a season: "you cannot rush Mother Nature" and in your case the "Call of (mother) Nature!!! Yep it is an appropriate post. While reading I was 100% sure you were going to say your aim was off due to wind give Gail a dose of your call of nature. Gail can count her lucky stars!ReplyDelete
Hmmm, that's an interesting thought. It's much easier to control direction with a simple squat, though your range is definitely limited. Momma sometimes encourages me right by certain political signs, and I tell her I just can't squat that high! BOL.ReplyDelete
Walter can definitely relate to your problem Bertie. When the wind blows you have to compensate by adjusting the height of your lifted leg.ReplyDelete
I don't have this problem being a girl, Bertie, but I've had brothers in the past so I know exactly how that works!ReplyDelete
Totally a nature post Bertie..especially since I hosted today and totally understand the need for frequent "nature calls" BOLReplyDelete
Bertie, you win. Definitely nature. Due has to be so precise that he often changes legs to get the optimum position. He often 'gets the sigh' and is pulled away.ReplyDelete
Once the urine is out of you then you have control where it goesReplyDelete
Two dogs live on both sides of my yard. They always come out in the mornings and all four big dogs mark my fence line. Now there is little me having to go out remark my territory ~ it's war four big bladders against one small bladder. Yep it is the call of the pee!ReplyDelete
Sweet William The Scot
Sweet William, I do hope Lee is providing you with plenty of water so you can compete with the four big guys.Delete
I regulate my faucet! I do great kegals. I might be small but my bladder is mighty.Delete
It is a nature post for sure. Did you know Lee marks as much as Phod and lifts her leg some to do so? Phod does relate to your wind issue, it can be hard! There have been times he has kept both legs down for safety!ReplyDelete
Hi hi hi! Ojo here! Pee is very important, and never to be rushed! I am a Girl Dog and I can still relate to that!!!ReplyDelete
Dawdling? Never!!!! Not you, Bertie. Our first male dog (a long time ago) was indeed "dawdling" - and I was trying to hurry him along. My nagging made him turn and finally choose what he wanted to mark, and it was MY LEG! Ha ha. I bet that you've never done *that* Bertie!ReplyDelete
We understand Bertie! We sometimes take our time too when it is cold and rainy just because we don't care about the weather, we want the longest walk possible EVERY day!ReplyDelete
Kiki and Rosie
I vote it is the call of nature and fully understand the aiming thing since four of the five dogs that owned us were MALES... love the postReplyDelete
OMD, Bertie I TOTALLY gets it my furiend!! Oh, and I might be a gurl doggie, butts I likes liftin' to 'aim' on my walkies! BOL!! (at home, I squat like a good gurl ☺) Anyhu, sometimes we just have to take our time, and I don't understand the peeps tryin' to hurry us! There's pee mail to answer after all!ReplyDelete