Company manners

Charlie the beagle was over for a visit this week. He's a sweet tempered dog and he and Buster get along quite well. He is not, however, used to the way we do doggie things at our house. As soon as I got home from work I took him outside and let him do his thing. He went and went and went and went so I assumed all was well in that department. 45 minutes later he planted his head on my lap and started whining. Who knew what was his problem? Hunger? Buster bothering him too much? I told him to go away and leave me alone for now. I had other things on my agenda. The next thing I knew I could hear him start watering my carpet. And he went and went before I yelped and chased him out the door. Too late for the poor carpet! He was supposed to lead me by the hand and head for the door to let me know he needed to go outside. I guess every dog has their own language but I sure wish I could have made him clean up his own mess. Boy is that fun to clean or what!? Not. I told Ron we could use new stuff in our front room. He's not the only dog to do that. A certain un named weimeraner has watered that same spot. Ha!