Bathroom Intruder

So sorry about a two-day late post for this. My laptop has mood swings on when it wants to actually work. The hard drive is going bad and I seriously need to look into buying either a new laptop or a desktop. I'm leaning towards a desktop because laptops don't have long lifespans for me. They generally live a little bit longer than your average goldfish...the ones you get from the pet store, not the ones you win from those stupid pong games at a festival of sorts. In general, give or take a year or two. My previous desktop died right after I got my first laptop. I found it pretty ironic that it stopped working the week after I brought the laptop home...I think it was jealous.

As for today's, er...this weekend's story (I guess would be the best way to put it) I will be discussing one pain in the ass trait of my parent's two dogs: Logan and Littleman. (further stories and cartoons of my pets will continue over the next week or two to give ya a bit of a back story...anyhoo...)

Sometimes, after a drive from work, from school, or sometimes after several hours of gaming or portfolio working, I come to this astounding conclusion: I really have to friggin' pee. This urge gets to the point to where if I don't get to a bathroom in a matter of seconds, I may as well just be nicknamed "Puddles." So, I dart like a bat out of hell to the bathroom, which when I'm in my bedroom, is conveniently across the hall.

  

Since in this particular story I'm in the comforts of my own home, and it's usually just me in the house besides the pets, I don't concern myself with shutting the bathroom door (as I'm sure many of us are guilty of)...plus, my only concern at the time is making it to the toilet before I burst, making sure the door is shut is the last thing on my mind.

It isn't before long until I witness something quite disturbing. There is a nose poking out from behind the door...as if it's a little spy camera coming around the door to scope out the room...and witness me taking care of business.

Surprise! It's the dog...or at least, one of the two...never both of them. They have this extreme curiosity to watch me as I pee in the bathroom...hell, not even that. If there's any door cracked open, they will nudge it open with their nose and take a look at who's in the room...then scamper off like nothing happened...like doggy ninjas. When this occurs, it ends with a screaming of the dog's name followed by "GTFO."

So, I end with this: "Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cuz they're peepin' on errbody out here."