Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived a sweet little pup by the name of Abbey. Abbey was a needy little creature of almost nine months. Being that her daddy traveled quite a bit, Abbey would follow him all over the house whenever he was home.

 Earlier on a fateful Saturday, unbeknown to Abbey, her daddy had eaten White Castle on the sly. She had no idea that White Castle + human alpha male = stink of epic proportion. (It was so bad, he was banned from eating the greasy yummies unless he was out of town.) A few hours after his feast, when the daddy felt the urge to “go”, he went to the bathroom.

Needy pup followed only to get the door closed in her face. She whined a bit. Her dad finally relented and let her in. She didn’t realize he’d done so while laughing evilly.

Dogs have an acute sense of smell, yes? 

After a few minutes, the odor got to be too much for the poor pup. At first she started to whine softly. Then she began to paw at the door in desperation. She wanted out. She could take no more! She whined louder. She scratched at the door with more fervor.

 The alpha male laughed manically.

 Just when the poor pup thought she could take no more, he flushed, washed, then let her out of her hell. She shot out the door as if her tail was on fire. She didn’t go near him the rest of the day.

Abbey learned a painful lesson. And to this day, she won’t go into a bathroom with her daddy.

I’m pretty sure that if Abbey could talk she’d tell you herself that being a homeless itty bitty puppy with worms (before we adopted her) was far easier than being stuck in that bathroom with her dad. In fact, even at the ripe ole age of nine, she’d probably still shudder from the memory.