Glamour Girl

When I get up in the morning, the first thing I do is let the dogs out in the back yard so they can exercise while I take a shower.  One morning Lottie didn’t come downstairs with the thundering herd, and when I looked for her, she was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down toward me quizzically.  I tapped the steps with my hand to call her to me (she can feel the vibrations), but she just cocked her head, took a step backwards, then went to the bathroom door.  Little monster seemed to know that I was going to take a shower, and she very plainly said that she wanted to hang out in the bathroom with me instead of going outside with the other dogs.  

So this began our new morning ritual of our time together in the bathroom while I get ready for work.  She seems to really feel special, she waits for me each morning at the top of the stairs while I let the other dogs outside, then runs happily to the bathroom when I come back upstairs.  She wanted to chew on my discarded flip-flops while I showered, so I compromised and brought a Nylabone in for her, and now she happily chews on that and leaves my shoes alone.

The funniest thing is the hairdryer.  One time when I bathed her, I used a hairdryer on her, and she seemed to really like it.  Now she waits every morning for me to get out my hairdryer, and while I dry my hair, I also blow-dry Lottie.  She loves it.  She does slow figure 8s through my legs as I work on my hair, and I tilt the dryer onto her periodically and she stops to let it blow her hair.  She is a weird dog.