I got up on Saturday and stumbled down to the coffee pot, which my wife had already fired up. Coffee in hand, I took Jess and Jimmy outside for their Labrador Retriever morning "constitutional."
After they finished their business, and had both spent quite a while nosing around in the snow, I brought them in.
Jimmy heard the shower upstairs shut off, so he knew my wife would be out, and ran upstairs.
Not ten seconds later, I hear a blood curdling scream from the bathroom. Followed by some unusual cussing.
I ran upstairs to find my wife, wrapped in a towel, pale as a ghost, surrounded by what was left of the shower curtain heaped on the floor, curtain rings all over, some of them floating in the toilet, cosmetics scattered about, and a very, very foul mood in the air.
Seems that she was backing out of the shower, when Jim, muzzle still covered in melting snow, gave her the "boy-howdy, I'm glad to see you dog-sniff-of-greeting" with that ice-cold nose!
I found him cowering in the bedroom, under the desk. I decided that, as the human, and thinker in charge, we both better look small and go someplace else.
As he oozed by the bathroom door, he gave me a quick look as if to say, "what the heck just happened here?"
I did not say a thing, but somehow, it was my fault, and I was in the dog house too...
Len
