What not to do with a 16 week old puppy...
John left the house at 11:45 today. I got home for lunch at 1:09. Helo is halfway out the door for our routine lunch time pee break, but not looking like he's particularly gotta go, so I casually (and stupidly) say:
Hey Helo - do you want to go pee or have some chow?
Guess which one he picked? He did a 360, and went straight to his food dish.
So not even 10 seconds after his chow was inhaled, he peed on the floor.
Guess this dumbass learned her lesson LOL
Me, Abzilla and the Helomonster.