Special needs

He is so old now that he doesn't want to walk to the woods to do his thing. All it means is letting him roam the back yard while I follow him with the hose. Every little masculine marking spritz gets a decent wash down to dilute the industrial strength ammonia he puts out by the gallon. He sniffs flowers and not just to determine if they would make a good spot for marking. He sniffs them and gets a goofy look, as if he enjoys the fragrance. Oh wait, no, it's to determine if they will taste good. STOP!!! That is not your salad bar!

I love them but it'll be a lot less work when they go home tomorrow.