he was simply asserting ownership and territory I think. I dont think he is particualrly gay. but truyl, no one had ever beaten him before about this. He had to learn- thou shall refrain from pissing on whom you want to be glued to for the rest of your life, my dear Ghandi. In turht, it was not AT ALL because he had peed particularly on me that he got beaten....it is because he was pissing everywhere on cool people's stuff in the park too. Yes, he is a super dominant alpha dog but truly, he had never ever heard about it being rude in the human world. not seriously heard of it anyway. He quickly stopped pissing on everything and I never undrestood how he got cured of it....ha ha habh....that is all he heard me yell at him the night of the beating. God was talking in his mind. Belive your falshes of having beaten your precious loved dogs, everyone. They usually are real or then, they are something the dog lived through once when you were not yourslef. Repent, repent , repent. Yes, it was necessary to beat whiskey but because I repented, that is the only time I had to beat him. Hubby was way rougher with him in fact. so my cue to all of you from this experience: always repent when you have flahses of doing ill to your dog, or what you think is wrong. That way, you wont have to do it again if you are sincere with all your heart. When we are as holy as me (sigh, it is not vanity by the way), our anger is usually pretty right on and made useful anyway in the end. It does not mean we HAVE to be raging with everyone. certainly not. God was very pleased to have Brian be rough with whiskey instead of me. Whiskey thus became his dog first and foremost. We understand that rough against whsikey is usually always pretty loving. Except in death. He dies teh worst of all my pets.