peeing dog

Dr. H: "You know how to get back to New Jersey?"

Me: "Um...that-a-way?"

DH: "That way's Florida."

Me: "So the other direction?"

DH: "Here. We wrote down the directions for you."

ME: "Hey, thanks!"

Dr. H's Daughter: "We gave you a couple of ways."

DH: "You go that way down 3rd. Here, let me show you."

ME: "Now he's going to draw me a picture."

DH: "And it does this and this and goes up a little bit like this...."

ME: "My Mom draws me pictures. One time she drew a little dog on a map."

DH: "She like dogs?"

ME: "No. She just remembered she once saw a really beautiful dog on that corner, so she drew it there to show me where it was."

DH: "Was it there when you got there?"

ME: "No."

DH: "Huh. So you turn here, it sort of goes up like this, and don't go this way because that way goes somewhere else you don't want to go. And there might be a little dog here, but he'll probably be peeing because it's so freaking cold."

ME: "He drew a dog peeing."

DHD: "That's pee?"