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Monday, November 06, 2006
The Pee Machine
No, this isn't some sort of ghoulish device designed to torture the poor sufferers of frequent urination syndrome or something like that.

It's our new puppy.

We have a new puppy around the house because a student found him on the side of the road up near Brooks and didn't know what to do with him. It turns out that we've been thinking of getting a pair of puppies so we said that we'd watch him for a couple of days until she could decide whether she could taking him home and add him to her "pack." That didn't work out so Murray (that's what we named him...after Murray Gell-Mann...just like Maxwell is named after James Clerk Maxwell and Cooper's named after Leon Cooper...so, we're geeks, what can we say) is back at our place. He's a great puppy. He's sweet and playful and smart. After just a couple of days he's already beginning to figure out some of the house routines.

The only problem is that he's a "pee machine". I've never seen a dog pee like this before. He likes to drink all the time and then he likes to pee all the time. We'll take him out and he'll pee two or three times and then be all rompery. Bring him in and within five minutes he's peed on the floor. Take him out and he pees again and then we do it again. The only way to turn off the faucet is to keep him from drinking but that makes him cry some. We're still working it out. To keep him from peeing all over the room when we're sleeping we crate him and he cries and barks because he wants to be out with the rest of us.

As I get older I find that I have less energy for puppies. They're great and fun and all but boy do they wear me out. Our two older dogs aren't sure how Murray's going to fit into the pack and we don't know how they'll work it out. I expect that given a few days they'll sort things out. If we decide to keep Murray we'll likely get another pup so that he has a playmate and won't bug the two goldens as much. Max is pretty patient and tolerant of him (expect when there's a toy or ball and its possession involved) but Cooper's not so sure. Murray likes to lick the big dogs on the nose but they don't like it too much. He wants to play with them so bad that he can't stand it and they aren't too sure they want to have anything to do with the little whirlwind tearing around the room. Max did teach Murray how roll over on his back and squirm around to get his belly scratched. He even taught him how to make noises which Murray thinks is about as much fun as anything he can imagine.

So anyways, the commercial about the terror of the puppy with a full bladder may be stupid (what the heck is 4-D cleaning power anyways...I'm sure Einstein didn't have industrial strength cleansers as part of the electromagnetic tensor) but we may be investing in gallons of the product before he's all grown up.
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