“If you help me score the girl, I might actually be okay with you staying in my apartment . . . as long as you don’t shit in it.” I give him a stern eye and then stand from the bench. I tug on his leash and he tugs back, only to lift one leg and pee on the unsuspecting tree right next to him. While staring at me. Intently. I shudder. Maybe all he needed was the talk.
