'Better to be Pissed off than Pissed On'

Picture this:

A bright, young, brunette woman is sitting on her bedroom floor, fully engrossed in writing on her laptop. As innocent as a schoolchild, she tinkers away on her blog - unsuspecting of the traumatic event which lies just moments away from her.

Enter a small, white Chihuahua. Carefree yet precise is his path as the tiny, snowball of devilry fiendishly scampers directly toward the self-amused, young lady. Here he reaches his destination: beside the thigh of the cross-legged femme. Without hesitation, he slyly lifts his leg... and begins to relieve himself on aforementioned thigh, as naturally and merrily as a drunkard pissing behind a building.

The previously entertained blogger notices a warm feeling trinkling down her side, and pauses to hope that it has no connection with the mischevious pup whom she had just seen frolicking into the room through the corner of her eye. She turns, and realizes the horrible truth that she has just been used as a fire hydrant.

Immediately, she rises to her feet and chases the half-drained urine bearer out of the room; but it's too late. The damage has been done, and so the perplexed girl proceeds to the sanctuary of shower... formulating plans of righteous revenge.