We had been outside and when I went in to wash my hands, he followed me into the bathroom. I was standing at the sink, and he put his nose against the toilet like he does when he wants the lid lifted so he can get a drink. So I leaned over to lift the lid, and he turned around and sat down a few feet away. So I raised up without lifting the lid. Then he put his nose against the toilet again and gave me a little woof. So I leaned over to lift the lid again. And he backed away a few feet and sat down *again. * 
This happened 3 times before realised what was going on. When I would lean over to open the lid, he thought I had to pee, and was moving out of my way! 
I had to pet his head while I opened the lid, to get him to stay put.
I guess everybody on here is a cat person. I should’ve statrted a thread titled “My cat took a crap today!”
OK, here’s another dog-and-toilet story.
A coworker came in to work once extremely bummed. His dog - a black lab he’d had for 10 or 11 years - had been hit by a car and had to be put down over the weekend. I sat down with him over coffee to give him someone to talk to about his dog, to help him maybe lessen the pain.
“I’ll never have another dog like him,” he said. “That dog was trained so perfectly. He was my dump buddy.”
“Dump buddy?”
“Yeah, when I had to take a crap, I’d tell the dog ‘Time to take a dump’, and the dog would grab the newspaper and take it up to the bathroom for me. And then he’d stand in front of the toilet while I took a dump so I could prop the newspaper on his back while I was reading it. It took me years to train him to do that, and now he’s gone.”
:eek: :rolleyes:
I am laughing my tail off after only two posts!!
Good doggies!
Mine won’t eat, get out of the car, do her business or paint the house without me saying, “O.K. Sheila! Let’s _________”
Good dog!
I’ve probably told this story on the Dope already, but what the hell – this thread is tailor-made for it!
The late great springer spaniel Miss Emily Kimberly was on medication that made her process a lot of water – she drank a lot and peed more frequently. We did our best to keep her water dish filled, but sometimes she got ahead of us and emptied it. Then she would drink out of the toilet. We’d hear the toilet seat lid go FLIP, know that she was drinking out of the toilet, and go fill her dish.
This sequence of events did not escape her notice. One day we heard the FLIP, went out to fill the dish, and discovered Miss Emily peeking out of the bathroom door – not drinking out of the toilet, but seeing if we’d come in response to her newly learned signal.
From then on, she always used the FLIP to tell us her dish was empty, and she never drank out of the toilet again.
I sure miss that good dog.
I move slightly towards the back door. . .dog 1 runs barking to the back door. dog 2 lays there sleeping.
I move slightly towards the basement door. . .dog 1 runs barking down the basement stairs. dog 2 lays there sleeping.
I move slightly towards the front door. . .dog 1 runs barking to the front door. dog 2 lays there sleeping.
I burp or clear my throat. . .dog 1 runs barking towards the window. dog 2 lays there sleeping.