I have a little terrier. And a brand new sofa. Dog’s on the sofa. I see his rear leg raise into that telltale, kickstand posture. Yup, piss is coming. Everything goes slo-mo, and I yell like Stallone in a bad ’80s action movie: “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” My eReader-open to Echo, of course-flashes, and the urine magically disappears before it hits the couch.