So I catch him out of the corner of my eye, heading for the spot where he usually pees. I don’t say anything but he suddenly doubles back and comes over to where I am sitting at the table. He does his little alternate sit/down/hop, like he does when he is begging for food.
“Do you want to go outside?”
He starts to spin, wagging his tail and making it clear that yes, that is what he wants. We go to the door and he runs out and immediately squats.
I am ecstatic. “STEWIE! GOOD BOY!!!”
He comes back in and I run to the fridge and get him a big piece of chicken liver. He gulps it down happily. I scritch his belly and hug him and squeal. He wiggles and snorts in appreciation.
After we calm down, I go back to my project. As I cross the room, I step in a puddle of pee.