As I was coming down the stairs yesterday evening, I heard a slurping sound. It was coming from the bathroom. I wondered what it could be.
Curious, I entered the said room to investigate. Who do you think I saw?
You guessed it. Our hundred pound German Shepherd. He was standing at the toilet, in the dark, slurping up water.
"Schultz!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
He stopped and looked at me. Toilet water dripped off his jowls.
"That's disgusting, Schultz!" I didn't know who to be more upset with - my dog, or my son, who obviously left the toilet seat up. Again. I looked in the toilet. He had drank almost all of it. I shook my head. "Go drink your water from your bowl."
He walked past me and went to where his water bowl should have been. It wasn't there.
Then I remembered. The water bowl was in the dishwasher.
I guess a thirsty dog has to do what a thirsty dog has to do!