Golden shower on the flowers.

While Mr. Holiday jabbered on with Greg, his bulldog Spike had wandered away from his master. Sniffing vigorously at the ground, Spike wandered ever closer to the bush concealing Jamie from humiliation. "Oh shit! He smells me! He gonna find me!", Jamie whipered in fear. He took two big wiffs of the shrub's buds and turned around, giving Jamie a satisfied feeling...for about a two seconds...

A yellow stream poured from the dog's knotted sausage and onto Jamie's leg, then flowed down to pool at her feet. Jamie bit her lip and raised her brow as she was showered with smelly dog piss. With a tug of the leash, Mr Holiday pulled Spike away from the bush but he quickly returned to his new territory. Piss ran into Jamie's gaping mouth causing her to freak for a second before she readjusted so she didn't have to drink from the canine fountain.

She glared at Mr. Holiday through the soaked leaves, "He barely gives a rat's ass that that little bastard is soiling on our lawn...and m-my face...", she angrily muttered. Spike finished up and rand back to his master who looked down at his watch then waved goodbye to Greg before continuing his walk. Greg stuffed the mailbox with a package and some letters then hopped in back into his mail van. The urine soaked Jamie saw the coast was clear and had to decide what she was going to do.