Apparently, it’s a rule in society to shower on a regular basis. Considering my mild, let’s go unnoticed, don’t draw attention to yourself, stay away from drama, personality, I choose to try my best to conform to society and shower, at least once a month or so (that was a joke for those of you who haven’t figured me out yet) However, lately, I’ve been having trouble with showers. Well, not the actual shower itself, my issue occurs after the shower.
My bathroom is rather small, so when I shower, I place the clothes I plan to change into, whether it be pajamas, or just a fresh shirt and jeans, on the floor next to the bathroom door. There’s really no place to hang them, and I’ve found that placing them on the toilet, next to the shower only yields in them getting sprayed by the water. (I’m a messy shower-er..what can I say?) The bathroom floor is clean, it’s no big deal really and its not like they are clean clothes…I have SOME decency ya know.
The last few showers I’ve taken though, when I get out to put on the new clothes, it always seems that half of them have mysteriously disappeared. I usually go to grab the clothes and all that exists is a pair of jeans, no shirt, no underwear, just jeans. I was perplexed by this, where the heck are my clothes going? Do I smell THAT bad?
So, last night, as I was getting ready for my shower, I decided to do a little experiment. I turned the shower on, took my clothes off, and placed them in the floor, just like I do every night. Only this time, I didn’t get in the shower right away. It didn’t take long to figure out what was happening to my clothes.
First off, let me introduce you all to my moms dog, Rowdy.
Sweet innocent little face huh? Don’t let it fool you, this dog is the DEVIL! Which is why I wasn’t shocked when, sitting on the toilet, I witnessed a tiny little brown paw reaching under the bathroom door. The paw continued to stretch, and shortly behind it, peeking out from under the crack in the door I saw a long brown snout with a wiggling, sniffing, nose.
He persisted until finally, he had managed to grab my clothes, squeeze them under the door, and scatter them all over the house.
What the heck does a wiener dog need with clothes anyways?