Sometimes when we’ve been strolling around the neighborhood, you and Violet have started sniffing enthusiastically at the same spot. You’ve decided it’s mark-worthy before she’s finished checking it out, and you’ve peed on her head. OK. I get that. There must have been something that required your scent, on the double. But, dude, when I reached down to pick up Violet’s poop on our walk just now, and you marked my leg? That was uncalled-for. You know I’m yours already.
Love you anyway,
Amy
Maybe that’s what I was doing to Dad’s leg (see comment on post re Q-tips).