And then there is the pee. Herc has no idea what to do with pee. I mean, besides let it out, obviously. He’s got that down. Like, a couple times an hour he’s got that down. But he has no idea where. I learn to watch him till he gets this Certain Little Look in his eye, at which point I have to stuff him under one arm like a football and rush him to the backyard. If he manages to “do his business” outside I go dancey-happy for him, saying, “Good business!” over and over. I get the impression he has no idea what he’s done right, but he’s happy I’m happy.
