The Bathroom

To most people, the bathroom is a dreaded place that no one really enjoys going to. For Reese, the bathroom is more like a way of life.

It all started when we were at my grandmother's house for the 4th of July. Reese was about 12 weeks old. It was so hot down there and to make matters worse, my grandma doesn't have central air, so it only makes sense that a dog would try to find the coolest place in the house. When we couldn't find Reese, we would look in the shower. Even Liza joined him most times.

Liza already looks guilty

I thought it was just a phase, but oh no! It continued when we got home. If we couldn't find Reese, it was because he was in the bathroom. He started out just sleeping in the bathroom. I would call him and he wouldn't come. When I would look in the bathroom, he'd be there, looking at me like whats wrong!! I've been here all along!

You lookin' for me?

Then, he started getting into the bathtub after I would get out of the shower. The first time I caught him, he gave me that same look and how can you get mad at this face?

Such a sweet boy!

But then I looked at what was left in the bathtub and I got a little angrier...

Not so cute dirty paw prints!

Then Reese started getting Liza in on the action! Nothing like a slip n slide in the shower!

Two things that annoy me...Reese is now drinking out of the toilet. Obviously, I can't get a picture of this because it doesn't go well with my screaming! And 2, now they get into the shower with me while I am still in there! Not that big of a deal, but you try having 110 pounds worth of dog in the shower with you!




I love my sweet baby!

 I can't complain though! At least they don't have an obsession with chewing on my shoes!

Happy Friday!

Love,
K