Open Door Policy

Now before you get yourself all excited and head to the liquor store to pick up your favourite drinks, this post is not about to say that I've turned our home into some kind of party central, gathering place, or brothel to fill my void with an assortment of wild and fun activities. In fact, my doors are actually locked 24/7, even if I am home.  And while I do enjoy a good time here and there with my friends, that's not what I am talking about...

For those of you that have the type of relationship where doors just get in the way and you are comfortable with public displays of urinating (or worse), then this will seem insignificant.  However, Dan and I are NOT one of "those" couples.  As much as I love him,  leaving the door open while I'm in the bathroom crosses some lines that I'd rather avoid.  I mean, there is just no sexy way to sit on that porcelain throne as your digestive system goes through the inevitable.  Heck, at this point Dan hasn't even heard (or smelled :P) me fart! I wish I could tell you that the reverse was the same but a nice moment curled up in a blanket at a soccer game was interrupted by such an occurrence.

All that being said, I'm no door Nazi either; closing the door, locking it, relocking it, then stuffing a towel under the door to prevent the transmission of sound and possibly smell... yes people do that.  In fact, I suppose I wouldn't even say it was bothersome, only its not just Dan that I am keeping out.  My furry little shadow insists on following me into the bathroom as well which results in one of two things:
1) I let him in, he sits on the bath mat watching me intensely (which often results in stage fright of my bladder), until he gets bored, or worse - the smell is too much for his canine nose to take - then heads back over to the door crying, begging, scratching to get out as if he was locked into some kind of gas chamber!  I mean really, I'm not gonna sit here and profess that "my shit don't stink" but it's not THAT bad :P

2) I keep him out, which requires making sure the door isn't just "kinda" closed, but that the lock has hitched and its good and tight cause that dog is gonna fight so hard to get in there.  Which by the way, also elicits the bladder stage fright, to the point that I stretch over to the door, let him it, until I am faced with problem number one.

So by now you have probably discovered the significance of my "Open Door Policy." With Dan away, I can go to the bathroom and leave the door open whenever I please! It solves all of my problems :) Kovy can come watch as long as is necessary, he can then escape once he see's fit, and I know that he will eventually leave so its just a matter of sitting there until that happens.  At which point my inner royalty emerges to sit on my throne for as long as I need to (which once has been so long that Kovy came back to check on me).