Jared did what, if not for the increasing pressure on his bladder, would have been a funny dance from paw to paw as he tried to alleviate the pressure.
Jared looked up at his brother and whimpered again, trying to look him in the eyes, which would have worked better if that damn fringe of fur didn't keep falling across his eyes.
"That bad, huh?" Kevin asked in a low voice.
Jared whimpered loudly as the pressure on his bladder continued to hammer at him.
"Well, you're a dog, just go," Kevin said.
Jared whimpered miserably. Kevin was right, but he felt his human ideas on modesty getting in the way.
Although Kevin meant to be helpful, Jared didn't welcome his suggestions. "What about over at the hedge?" Kevin asked. "Or the bird bath?" The suggestions just made the pressure all the more unbearable.
In the end, Jared made a dash for the hedge, lifted a leg, and let go on the evergreen shrubs. It might not have been so bad, but Kevin didn't even respect his privacy. His younger brother wandered over and stood near by until Jared finished peeing on the hedge.
"It won't be so bad," Kevin said, choosing the absolute worst thing to say. "We can still have lots of fun together."
Fun! Jared barked, forgetting the language barrier in his exasperation.
Kevin, optimistically misinterpreting the bark, patted Jared's head again, invoking the pant/smile in his brother.