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This morning, Burton made the tentative and unsure, yet inevitable steps towards becoming a mature dog. The past few days, Burton hasn’t been peeing as much as normal and so I’d been a little concerned.

When it comes to dogs, these most stoic and majestic of beasts rarely complain. Haha that’s a good one. Brush a certain unnamed muppet’s beard and be prepared for the howls and screams that accompany a dramatic, over-acted display of pain and torture. Anyway – a large part of doggy healthcare revolves around intake and output. When anything is out of the ordinary “flow” of things, that’s the time to be worried.

In hindsight, it begins to make sense that Burton has also shown more interest in lampposts, fire hydrants and other typical doggy landmarks on our walks. This morning as he sniffed a lamppost, he finally decided this was his time. With a heroic effort, he lifted his left leg, raised it high as if throwing off his cloak of puppyhood and declared to the world that Burton the PON had arrived and was about to make his mark.

Burton started to pee and pee he did, desperately trying to pee the highest to assert his dominance. However, this is where his plans began to unhinge. Not used to this level of multitasking, he got a little ambitious in his declaration and lifted a bit too high. He teetered for a second and then unceremoniously flopped over. He didn’t know what to do and so quickly went into his normal pee squat, still peeing. At this point he realized that he was just peeing on the ground like a chump, so in a panicked last attempt to paint the lamp post, he started to spin around and ended up spraying pee all over the sidewalk (thankfully not on himself).

He never did end up getting any pee on the lamppost.. but left no doubt as to who owns the surrounding pavement.

Pee on Mr. Burton, Pee on.