“No, Felix! No! Don’t you dare!” He lifts up his back leg and takes a wee on the metal. I look over my shoulder in a panic, sure that someone’s going to come down the stairs and bust my dog for having the worst manners a mutt can possibly have. Strike that. Make that the second worst manners a dog can have. Felix is now squatting next to the place he peed. A two-fer! Hurray for Felix! I’m going to kill him as soon as I get my hands on him.
