I have a strange habit. Nearly every time that my mom goes into the bathroom, I follow her. I go in and lay on the rug in front of the tub. When she leaves, I follow.
I don’t know why. But my mom tells me that when I was a puppy she used to make me go in the bathroom with her when she showered so that I wouldn’t get into mischief when left on my own.
|Seriously – do I look like a dog who would have gotten