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My dog Zeke is a creature of habit. He thrives on consistency. He has a schedule, even if it does consist of sleeping, eating, sleeping, begging, sleeping, and bouncing off the walls. He spends the majority of the morning and afternoon doing dogly activities in the bowels of the backyard. Who knows what those activities are... I don't ask and he certainly doesn't tell. But at a certain point in the afternoon, he lies in the grass by the gate and waits for me to pull in the drive. Every afternoon, he's there waiting. And every night, he hears me brushing my teeth and knows it's time to go outside for the last time before bed. I don't even have to tell him.
Zeke hates mornings almost as much as I do and he can't wait for me to get out of bed so he can curl up where I've been. Apparently, my main purpose in life is to warm up the bed for his pleasure. There's nothing quite like coming out of the shower all clean to see mangy dog-butt on the place where you lay your head every night. (No wonder my eyeball is all funked up.)
But lately Zeke has been following me into the bathroom in the mornings. I'll get in the shower and he'll poke his nose around the shower curtain to make sure I'm really in there and not doing something fun without him like, oh...say, eating. I better not be eating without him because who would stare at each morsel of food going from my fork to my mouth and who would be there in case I dropped something? Not everyone can provide the service he can.
When I get out of the shower, he trails along the bathroom floor licking up the drips of water as if he hasn't had anything to drink in a week. As if he didn't have a full bowl of clean water in three different locations around the house. As if shower water was nectar from the doggie gods. I really wish he wouldn't do this because the constant sound of licking drives me mad. As I was blow drying my hair this morning, he was underneath me, ramming his body into my feet to get to that small puddle of shower-flavored water.
Crazy dog.
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What the hell is wrong with that fifth vet...?
Posted by: david at October 5, 2005 09:01 PMAllison, you're hilarious :)
Posted by: tricia at October 5, 2005 08:26 PM4 out of 5 veterinarians agree that shower water causes “runny stool,” aka diarrhea, in household pets.
Posted by: russ at October 5, 2005 08:02 PMHa. Just wait 'til I bring Zeke up to Steph's in a couple weekends. Then she'll really be turned off of animals.
Posted by: Allison at October 5, 2005 04:58 PMCats, though I love mine, are not much better. One of my cats actually will lick my legs after I get out of the shower. I think she follows me in the bathroom for the same reason--fear that she's missing out on food. I believe Steph has completely been turned off of animals since she helped 'scoop their poop' while I was on vacation.
Posted by: Alicia at October 5, 2005 04:10 PMMy 6 month old kitten does that. And he prefers to hop up on to sink and lick the stream of water coming out of the faucet.
Posted by: Johnny Rotten at October 5, 2005 04:01 PM