Victor was taking a morning leg hike when a cluster of doves flew down, not too far away up on the gravel bank. He tried to pick his front leg up, but couldn't because his back leg was still up in the air. So that was how he stayed. So long I was about to bust a gut. Maybe he thought that was a point too. His tail was up, his ears were up, and so by gosh was his back leg, long after the urine had stopped flowing. Victor is not a derpy dog. IF he knew how he looked he would be aghast with himself.