Wow, Anthony! That is some story. My hubby's a veteran, too, and he'd love it.

I can't help but wonder about a couple of things... like what kind of dog is peeing on the tree? This could significantly impact how we interpret the story. If the guy has a Chihauha -- "Chihuahua" is the actual spelling; I just wanted to see how "off" mine would be :-) -- If he has a Chihuahua on the leash, the story could take a verry different direction than if he had, say, a German Shepherd. And if he had a Labbie, the tree owner would fall instantly in love with this goofy dog and forgive everything in creation because that's what Labs tend to do to humans. Then again, our friend could be in even bigger trouble if his dog is a Jack Russell. Before the humans can even open their mouths to argue, the little guy has sent squirrels screaming into the street, treed every cat within a two-block radius, and totalled the flower beds. ;-)

Wouldn't it be funny if the neighbour on whose tree your dog is pissing turned out to be an easygoing guy, just enjoying some sun on his porch, who happens to think that a dog pissing on his tree is an OK thing 'cause it helps to fertilize his soil. (I might be wrong about this...I don't have a dog so I don't often think on these things...) Who knows, the dog owner and the tree owner might end up cracking open a cold one (Canadian for having a beer), or sharing a big pitcher of lemonade. The tree owner might say, "Well, listen...just clean up after him if he shits on my lawn, OK?" and the dog owner will say, "Sure thing." Who knows...the tree owner might have a dog or two of his own.

The dog owner, who has PTSD, might find out that his new friend has PTSD too, or that one of his loved ones has PTSD. Maybe this guy sits on his porch so often because he's been so exhausted over the years that, well, this is one of the things his doctor tells him he needs to do. Maybe the two guys become friends...the kind of friends that soldiers and rescue ops professionals and cops can be to each other...who understand each other like no one else on Earth can. Maybe they'll continue the conversation by calling the dogs to their sides and going for a walk through a park.
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I'm reminded a bit of the big sticker that started appearing on car and truck windows when the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes was running. Calvin is seen from the side, taking a whizz and giving the viewer a look that says, Just try to stop me. The dog's expression looks something like that.
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Another possibility: the graphic's been transposed from an actual photograph that the dog's owner took of him while he was taking a leak. The dog's looking at his human as if to say, Hey! Do I take photos of you while you're pissing?!
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Myself, I live with cats, and I guess if the logo showed a cat, he would be squatting over a human's favourite pillow, dumping a load. Man oh man, do not piss off a cat. ;-D

Thanks, Anthony!

P.S. What's "short arse disease"?

I imagined that the dog was a pitbull or rotweiler, and since dog piss is invisible instantly and biodegradable, but the solids are what really bothers me when the neighbors' dogs leave them in my yard, I would imagine that a dog peeing on my lawn or my tree was *nothing to get angry about* because I would not want to get into a pissing contest with the guy on the other end of the leash.

I will share funny story about me, that is relevant to this. When I was still living in my hometown, I had a huge yard. All my neighbors would sneak their pets into my yard to poo. I was picking up five large (the big orange ones) garbage bags of poo out of my yard every three months. I only have one medium sized dog.

Well I caught the neighbor. I was standing in my door and the neighbors mother brought their dog over, let him poo right in front of my door in the grass, and walked back to their yard. I was pissed. I'd had enough of this crap. So I grabbed a shovel and picked it up. By this time the mother was in her car and trying to drive away. I walked right in front of her car. If she hadn't stopped I would have tossed it on her windshield. So she stopped and I very angrily, flung the poo back into her son's yard. I gave her a look that would have fried Satan on the spot. She rolled down her window and apologized profusely. I just snarled at her and went home.

They never let their dog poo in my yard again. LOL beware of me, not your pets.. heheh

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