Revoked Pee Potty License

…Marcelino, AKA, Dobie One, exits the back kitchen door…Oscar licks his right paw three times in a circular motion…the nails in his paw begin to glow slightly red, then yellow and now bright green…goodness gracious Oscar has tapped into Marcelino’s iPad via his micro-chip! He begins tapping his paw on the floor of his Den …

…Good Morning…I’m back!

I gotta tell you right from the start, glad to see you again. I need someone intelligent and with all their faculties whom is not crazy, loco, and or persona pazza to converse with.

What? Yes, I know a few words in Spanish and Italian.

But let’s get back to my issue at hand, Dobie One, has lost all sense of reality.  Do you know that he (Marcelino) revoked my pee potty license this morning?

No Kidding?

I’m telling you he has!

No, I didn’t get a notice in the mail, but I’ve barked at the mailman the last three days so he maybe holding the notice or threw it where Dobie One throws my Poopie outta spite (dumpster).

Nevertheless he used some type of voodoo magic inside the home on the floors with a white wand that sprays liquids like pee-potty.

As soon as I gotta go, of course when he’s not looking, spying or not paying attention to me, I can’t go for some reason. As soon as I sniff and investigate the perfect spot a spell comes over me, and I can’t go!

I’m telling you, Dobie One, has revoked my pee potty license with a magic spell, please help me!

Well just go outside then, Oscar.

Your not listening to me, I can’t hold my bladder worth a damn most days because…. this is embarrassing… I get scared of stuff … and outside is kinda of scary sometimes.

I don’t know maybe I’ll try a few times in the flower bed when Dobie One, is playing in his precious garden.

…Marcelino opens the courtyard door ...

Oh, that’s him!

Hmmm, I also can hear plastic goodie bags, gotta go peeps, he always has some tasty treats in those bags. Plus I’m genetically nosy, TTYL!

…Marcelino enters through the kitchen door with shopping bags in tow, “Hello Oscar, I’m back, you been a Good Boy?”

… Oscar was right, inside one of the “goodie bags” are tiny chew bones. Marcelino tosses one outside the kitchen door and Oscar darts outside to get the treat.

Black and Tan Chiweenie with chew toy

CHEW BONES: The “No-Go” dog urinating deterrent I used to stop the in house accidents is the magic voodoo spell that Oscar is referring to in this post. The worthy product can be purchased at Walmart or on Amazon here: Pet Organics (Nala) NaturVet DNB04016 No-Go Housebreaking Aid Dog Spray, 16-Ounce


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2 thoughts on “Revoked Pee Potty License

    1. Yup! No sprinklers in the house! 🤓 I did momentarily think about potty pads, but, Oscar’s foster mom insisted he was already housebroken. So I didn’t want to “back pedal” his training. Plus I would of had to put the pad in front of the front door (close to his crate), ah, no. But thanks for commenting and stopping by!

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About marcelino guerrero

An entrepreneur, grandfather, disabled veteran, Chiweenie parent and rabid Philadelphia Phillies Phan. Retired (involuntarily); I enjoy impeding the progress of important and obnoxious people while exploring new ways to irritate my primary physician.