Our dog is very old, and getting doggy dementia. He was running around a bit, seeming anxious, and then comes the unmistakable sound of peeing.
How can you be mad about something like that? He was lost and confused in the house, and probably couldn’t remember where the door was. He knew he had to get out, but just could not figure out how. So I showed him.
Out to the patio we went, through the normal pathways of the house. Here!
And in that moment of early morning, the sun was reflecting through the water droplets left on the calla stems, golden and warm. (Not like pee at all!)