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“Don’t you fucking dare you little bastard.”
Tim sighs. He knows it’s futile. The temptation is too strong, especially for a dog as hedonistic as Ollie.
But still, surely he wouldn’t risk it with his owner standing by the doorway watching?
Tim crosses his arms to appear more intimidating.
“OLLIE. NO.”
That’s the tricky thing with dogs and the rain. You either let them shit inside or you risk them finding the biggest, deepest puddle in the backyard and going to town.
But despite whining at the back door for several minutes, Ollie appears in no rush to go to the toilet. Instead, he’s wandering around the backyard with his nose to the ground, and seems to be searching for… something.
Tim feels played.
“OLLIE!”
He’s at the puddle now and looking at it with intense longing. Displaying some uncharacteristic self awareness, Ollie looks to his owner, his expression cautious but hopeful.
“No cunt I mean it.”
Staring at each other for a few moments, Tim finds it kind of eerie how easy it is to see that Ollie is very obviously weighing the risks of his decision, before coming to a conclusion with a defiant, playful sneeze.
He’s going for it.
More to come.
