Our Great Peeanist

By Jim Hagarty

My dog has become the World’s Greatest Peeanist.

When he discovered that his nightly pee at 10 p.m. earned him a bedtime snack, he eventually developed an overactive bladder.

For a long time, then, he needed two bedtime pees in the backyard. This sometimes brought about the amazing appearance of a second bedtime snack.

A few months ago, only three pee trips would bring him relief.

And last night, he adjusted his routine to include a fourth bedtimer, this one at 7 p.m. Tonight, he will again be on track for four backyard bushwhackers.

He is startled to discover that only his final, final, FINAL pee wins him some kibble but the gambit pays off now and then as it is not always the same person who escorts him on all four pee offs so he scores additional treats just often enough to keep him scheming.

He will do this even in winter when the snow is two feet deep and his little pee pee is pretty much frozen off by the time he comes back in.

Boy loves him some kibble.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.