Water Park of Urine
My brother Bacchus (Oreo Bob Grey Dog International Dog of Mystery), also a former street dog, does not like the outdoors. He holds his bladder as long as possible, and when he admits defeat he goes for a long time. Sometimes I'm sniffing or basking so intently that I stand in his colossal urine stream.
Today I ran just as he lifted his leg. From my human's perspective it was a miss. Then she picked me up, and felt the warm fresh urine soak into her clothes. Joy. While I tried to hop onto our bed like a little pee sprinkler, she attempted to clean me and strip at the same time.
Good thing I'm cute.