Hadn’t heard that one until last weekend.  Didn’t think I would need to hear it ever, but I did.

While in Peoria last weekend, we went with Great Uncle Jerry to see a big old farm house he was thinking about buying at auction.  Uncle Jerry is big in the Peoria real estate scene, so somehow he had a key to get inside.  We looked around; its a nice house.  Geetle and Pookie had fun running through all the empty rooms, standing in the closets, etc.  Its unoccupied and the water/power was turned off.

You see where I am going with this story, don’t you?

As we finished our tour, Pookie darted into the downstairs bathroom, lifted up the lid and started to pull down his pants.  But seeing there was no water in the bowl, he stopped.  I saw him, and yelled for BAGD…time to take him outside and teach him Man Skill #4…how to pee on a tree.   BAGD was anxious for this rite of passage and eagerly complied.  A few minutes later the rest of us wandered outside and saw BAGD and Pookie coming up from behind the shed.  BAGD was grinning.  How did it go, I asked.  Fine, he said.  Pee and Poop.

Poop?

Yes, poop.

To which Geetle assured us, “Don’t worry, everyone will just think its dog poop.”

They had the real estate auction a few days later and Uncle Jerry was the top bidder.  Sorry Uncle Jerry.  Pookie pooped in your yard.  But, if its any consolation, new Man Skill #4 really sunk in with Pookie.  Today, rather than stopping his games in the yard and running inside to go to the bathroom, Pookie attempted to pee on my evergreens.   Yay.  Good Job Pookie.   Heehee.