I don’t care if they see me naked, but I don’t let the pets stay in the room when we have sex. Cats stare, you know?
Yes. And the dogs want to join in on the wrestling.
Oh, the cats LOVE to go to the bathroom with you. If you leave the door not quite latched Dewey will open it and keep you company - he likes to get in your lap, which makes it hard to read.
Stokie is too stupid to open the door, so he just sticks his paw under it and waves it around trying to get it to magically open. It’s hilarious.
This.
Although I don’t have a problem with him watching me fooling around with my girlfriend in fact I’ll even ask him for advice on licking or doggy style. Luckily he just lays there and doesn’t try to get involved unless it’s in the morning and then he is annoying until I let him out to pee.
This.
Creeps me out when I have pets watching me doing anything sexual. My ex-girlfriend had a bird in her room that would watch us intently whenever we were, um, fooling around. Weirded me out to no end.
In the words of the immortal Keanu Reeves, “Woah.”
If given half a chance, my Rupert will run over and burrow into the pants/underpants puddled around my ankles, then stare up at me from his new lair. It’s slightly disconcerting, never mind the cat hair in the underwear.
That’s why I bought a king-size bed. We can be having fun on one side of the bed, and the cats sit there staring . . . way over on the other side.
Aww. Do you escort him outside to pee? He’s just returning the favor.
Well, it wasn’t my dog, so I never escorted him anywhere. But that’s actually a really smart theory. Never thought of it before!
Our cats watch nonchalantly when Mr. Horseshoe and I go at it together, too. I figure, we watch them sometimes when they’re wrestling with each other, so I try not to let it bother me. Their stares don’t seem *too *judgemental. For cats.
Also, I’m always amused at animals who poop out in the middle of a yard, but look around uncomfortably to see if anyone’s watching. If I catch their eye, I can almost hear them thinking, “Why is that weird human staring at me go to the bathroom?” Well, y’all do it to us! 
From SeaDragonTatoo
Isn’t this the place for the obligatory photo link?
“Why does your parrot keep screaming ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’?”
I don’t get naked around my dogs, just in case of an inadvertent clawing.
Yes, I think so. 
Much smarter of the dog, if true. He must take relieving oneself very seriously, if in his mind no one can undertake it unsupervised.
This was a theme in the pseudo-documentary “Best in Show”. The obnoxious yuppie owners of the Weinerhimer were convinced that they damaged her by having sex in the same room with the dog so they took her to a doggie shrink. As it turned out, the dog wasn’t the one that needed counseling.
That type of thing certainly hasn’t ever bothered me. I am not overly modest among most people let alone family members and pets.
I do the dick-slappity-slappity sideways shimmy in front of my dogs when I get out of the shower. They manage to look both bored and offended at the same time. But then they are both >10years old.
I pretty much assume that my cats don’t care one way or other about the appearance of the Hairless Monkey Food Bringers. Nor would the dog. And I actually shower with the lovebird. So…not an issue. But I don’t want any of them around while me and my husband are…nekkid.*
*You know, naked and up to something.
Which is why, when I walk my dog, I turn my back at strategic moments to give her some privacy. In the past, sometimes I wouldn’t, and she’d look up at me with these eyes that seemed to say “Do you MIND?”
My cat bit my nipple once when I was naked.
I had a cat that would not jump on stomach if my shirt was off or my legs if I was wearing shorts. She would knead my shirt with her claws and knew not to try doing that to bare skin.