Don't Eat Yellow Snow

It's nice to have a good dog. Shea fits that bill, I would argue, a large amount of time. When he's not chasing deer, trying to steal food, and stealing socks, he's a good dog.

The best part of him being good is when it's super cold out, we can just open up the back door and let him venture out to relieve himself. With a quick shake of the treat jar, he is sure to come right back when he is finished.

Being such a good boy, he knows what pee does to the lawn and the snow. Who wants brown grass or yellow snow? Not me! Without any direction at all, Shea took it upon himself to pee on the lawn next door. Every time he goes out, he sneaks through the bushes and lets go. 

Obviously, I don't really condone this. I try to tell him to stay on our lawn. He doesn't listen often, but hey, our snow is awfully white.