Ask Dog Lady
Bothered and bewildered? Crazed and confused?
Dear Dog Lady,
How does my Shar-Pei, Wilma,
select where to go to the
bathroom? What criteria must
be present? I don’t understand
why she is so picky about where she goes.
—Nisreen, Vancouver, BC
Nisreen, you ask one of the
cosmic questions about the
canine culture. Dog Lady has
studied this fussy phenomenon
over thousands of hours
spent walking with darling, so
you might think there would be an easy
answer. Unfortunately, only dogs truly
understand the piddling details.
For Wilma, the elaborate lavatory procedure
is a ritual of identity. Imagine she
uses her output the way a graffiti artist
uses a spray paint can—to mark up the
earth with messages such as: “Wilma, a
five-year-old spayed female who last ate
canned lamb and chopped carrots, was
here.” Dogs want to get a leg up to put
down their scent. They announce themselves
and seek to cover up another dog’s
smell. It’s a very precise process, a mystery
only their noses know.
Our dogs can drive us crazy while
they deliberate about where to send the
pee-mail. They sniff up and down or go
in circles, ensuring their output will hit
whatever benchmark they’ve assigned.
Bear with them.
Dear Dog Lady,
True story. My girlfriend moved in with
me a few months ago. However, she is
growing sad (not with me) because my
building does not allow dogs. We have
an incredible apartment. I don’t want to
move, but I don’t want her to be unhappy.
Help me out here.
— Michael, New York, NY
Michael, for some people, living in a
dogless building is godless. Pets provide
warmth. A condo community or apartment
association that bans animals can
seem like a colder, more self-absorbed
place. The frosty habitat must be getting
to your girlfriend.
On a brighter note, Dog Lady, ever the
busybody, presumes the two of you are
living large. Maxi-pads in dogless housing
can be tres chi-chi because residents have
nothing else to do but carp about keeping
up appearances.
Dog Lady knows of a ritzy condominium
that bans dogs. Big warning signs are
posted. If a dog even ventures onto the
grass outside the building, a frazzled person
leans out a window and screams for the
dog and the human leash-holder to scram.
Considering all the problems in the world
today, this pet-as-pest policy seems excessive.
Hug your girlfriend. Tell her you understand
and really mean it. Promise her,
for the short-term, you will be her happy
hound. Don’t do anything precipitous, such
as offer to move right away from your luxe
digs. You don’t want to resent her because
she seems to be a keeper. You’re still getting
to know one another. And you’ve learned
an important lesson: your lady likes living
with animals—both hairy and furry.


Rate this story