This afternoon a stray dog joined us in the woods for a while. He was a boy dog and every time he cocked his leg I said, 'Look, George! See? That's what you're supposed to do.'
Most dogs we meet just growl at George in a 'Clear off, you horrid rumbustious puppy' sort of way so George hasn't had a role model. Husband and Younger Son have refused to demonstrate the principles to him so I fear his development may be stunted. In fact, it probably already is. I am like a pushy parent: Is your baby walking yet? Talking? Cocking his leg?
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I am going to bed now. We had a brief power cut this afternoon and since then next door's alarm has been going off. They're on holiday so I guess it could be a long night.