Roxie and I took Tyson (our temporary border) for a walk today.
Rox was off the lead, happily running about sniffing. Tyson was on the lead next to me. It's fairly long so he gets a bit of running space. I was being super nice and following him around, letting him sniff whatever he wanted.

Being male, he had to mark his territory a few times. After he'd finished on one particular very grassy patch, he turned to look at me, devotion in his eyes, and kicked his legs back.

It was like a scene from Pearl Harbor, me squealing and trying to dodge the massive hunks of grass and dirt being sprayed at me, while Tyson set out to destroy council property. He then happily trotted off, pulling me along behind him, covered in what I'm hoping was the grass he didn't wee on. O_o