In an effort to house train Peanut (i.e. prevent her on pissing on the carpets), I've been walking her more frequently.
Today we ventured out to the park across the street and with much potty training success (read: turd produced), we headed back towards home.
The park across the street sits about 4 feet higher than the surrounding sidewalk and is contained by a 4 foot stone wall on all sides.
As Peanut and I walked back, we ended up skirting the perimeter of the wall, looking down at the sidewalk below. We came upon an older man with coke bottle glasses and a newsie hat waiting on the sidewalk below for the bus, his elbow propped on the top of the stone ledge
He gazed up at Peanut.
"She's a beauty. God bless you. Is that a yorkie?" he said with somewhat of a slur.
Feeling invigorated by our walk, I thanked him enthusiastically and explained that she was a teacup yorkie, only a year old, and also offered up that her name is Peanut.
He seemed genuinely delighted and sent us off with another "god bless. She's beautiful."
Happy for the mutual enthusiasm over my little pup, I allowed Peanut to take charge of the walk and she led me down a set of stairs nearby and around the wall to the sidewalk. We passed by the same man from a moment before who smiled and nodded in approval before leaving his post to catch the bus.
As he pushed away from his spot, my eyes were caught by a urine stream left behind on the stone wall, too high up to be left by a dog.
I'm not sure what's worse: the part where I held friendly conversation with a stranger while they were unrinating in public, or the part where I wasn't even a little shocked upon its discovery.
Humans...animals with opposable thumbs. Nothing more.
