As I mentioned in an earlier post, vulgarity is the key to a dog's brain. So when it's time to get The Mutts out to take care of business, I generally yell, "Hey, dogs, let's go piss on stuff!"
Sometimes one dog hangs back to loaf, so I take the first out alone. A day or so ago, Gus was the loafer, so I took JoJo out by herself. She ran around the yard a bit, as usual, sniffed everything seven times, as usual, and then, not at all as usual, she came over and sat on my foot.
As I looked down to watch her staring up at me in rapt adoration, I came to realize that this wasn't her normal sitting position. And when she stood up and trotted off, It came to me that I'd never explained that "stuff" was not meant to include my shoe.