Urinating on woman's leg no way to meet her

Who me?  I would never do that...maybe.

        To the dog park: to the small dogs section.  Gizmo introduces himself to all the dogs.  Then all the people.  Gizmo may be a politician!   
          Then he goes to a group of owners, a couple of men sitting o9n the ground occasionally visited by their small dogs and one standing woman, named Morgana, who is there with her German Shepherd pup named Willow.                                                                                           
         Gizmo greets her and then, when I am not looking and after apparently emptying his bladder on every bench, dog, piece of grass and even the phony fire hydrant, Gizmo wets her pants’ leg!                                                         
         The woman is amazingly all right about that, even gracious, saying that, with a puppy, worse than that has happened to her.  That was she wore these pants, etc.     After my profuse apologies, I wanted to tell her that I was attempting to train Gizmo in how to meet women and urinating on their pants’ leg was not the way to do that.  (Although, if it worked for him, I might try it.)                                                                                                    


         A few minutes later, Gizmo and Willow began running and playing.  Gizmo turned Willow on his back, bumping into him, and causing him to yip.  So Gizmo is batting 1.000, urinating on the owner and injuring her dog.   Something is going VERY wrong with my lessons for him on how to meet women.                                                                                                                 

Gizmo and Willow at play as Morgana looks on.  I think her pants were dry by this time.

       Within another few minutes, Gizmo and Willow were puppies at play: the best of friends, drinking from the same water bowl and creating a game in which one lay on his back while the other gnawed on his ears.  Then the one lay down on his back and had his ears gnawed.  Looked like odd fun to me, but nothing I would try at home.

     “If you want sex, have an affair. If you want a relationship, buy a dog.”
 Julia Burchill