eyup. I always thought my cat was weird to prefer clothing over skin but it sounds pretty common in this thread. The dogs love to lick water from our ankles…thank goodness they are only ankle high…:eek:
A friend of mine had a golden retriever who would follow me into the bathroom and lay down on the floor opposite the toilet and just stare. Although it’s not logical, it always skeeved me out just a little to see those big brown eyes staring at me.
My oldest dog occasionally attempted to nurse from me as a puppy.
I’ve flipped back to this several times today, and it still cracks me up; thanks for making my day, repeatedly, Miller. 
I once had a roommate’s cat poke his head up through one leg of the shorts that were somewhere between my knees and my calves and stare up at me. It was adorable.
That is hilarious; my Bicho-doodle “Chazzie” mostly just snorts, and shakes his head until I’m presentable.
I sleep sans pajamas and the dogs sleep in the bedroom with me and Mrs. Mado. Chip and Simon have never given me a second look. Chip’s not sharp enough to be interested in anything that isn’t associated with “Thrown me the ball”. Simon just schemes for ways to get under the fence. If he thought somehow he could turn my nakidity to his ends then maybe, but generally not…
although there are some other occasions…
When they need a bathing I just take them in the shower with me and bring the dog shampoo. They don’t seem to be overly fond of the experience and I’m not sure if it’s the proximity to my privates or the fact they are drenched with water that account for their attitude. They don’t fight being put under the stream but they do avoid eye contact at all costs. I’m pretty sure though that they’re trying to invoke their cloaks of invisibility and that the cloaks don’t work if they can see me, so they look anywhere but at me, but…one never knows. I’m somewhat hirsute and when wet the hair is more noticeable. Maybe they think I need manscaping but they are too polite to say so; so they just find anything else to find fascinating, like the tile grout.
Their presence while I’m not clothed has lead to some rather interesting situations.
For example, one night the dogs were very agitated and whining at the door to the yard from the bedroom. So much so that they woke me out of a sound sleep at 3:30 A.M. I thought that they were suffering the effects of greasy leftovers and I didn’t want to have to deal with what that meant on the floor so hastened to let them outside. They were off like rockets to chase something in the yard. I thought it was perhaps a possum or a mouse. I gathered from their furious barking and the hissing and scuffing that it wasn’t anything so benign. Nope, it was raccoons; a whole herd of them (herd? what is the collective noun for raccoons). I also have a pond with fish in it. They’re 25 cent goldfish that I’ve had for years. $400 worth of pond equipment for $7.50 worth of goldfish. Anyway, I’ve had them for years and now I’m quite attached and the raccoons think they’re sushi. I have a pellet gun I got the last time they ate my fish. I don’t want to kill the raccoons but calling them names and questioning their mother’s reputation didn’t seem to faze them last time so I was forced to adopt more stern approaches. Pellets won’t kill but woudl certainly make them think about the cost benefit ratio to making my pond an alfresco dining spot. I charged outside to get the dogs and also chase off the raccoons. I’m also very myopic and hadn’t put my glasses on when I got out of bed to let the dogs out. So at first all I could see was that there were some vague raccoon sized shapes at the far end of the garden. Rage and fear at the loss of my fish took over and I acted swiftly and perhaps without the best foresight. To protect my feet from the stone path in the garden, I slipped on the closest serviceable footwear, my wifespink bunny slippers. I grabbed the pellet gun (and nothing else) and entered swiftly into the fray; running down the end of the garden cursing and shouting to strike fear into the heart of mine enemies. I tried with one hand to grab the dogs who were at a standoff with the (now that I was closer and could discern shapes better) 4 raccoons. Unfortunately, all I had grabbed was the pellet gun and being near blind and not a good shot on the run had popped off my 5 shots without hitting anything remotely close to the raccoons although I think I did get a neighbors window on a ricochet. Now I am at the end of the garden path, bent over naked in pink slippers with an empty pop gun and two barking dogs facing 4 raccoons that seem to understand the limited magazine nature of my weapon and not at all impressed with my sartorial daring. Maybe they chose this moment to attack, maybe they chose this moment to try and flee but past me instead of away from me. Maybe they wanted a closer look at my slippers. All I was aware of was four good sized raccoons barreling towards me eyes shining and hissing and chattering. I have a lucid memory from that very moment of remembering that rabies was quite common in raccoons. I don’t really know if that’s true but in the heat and fog of the battle I do recall thinking that and also being acutely aware of the fact that I was naked and that it would be a most unfortunate circumstance if, as part of their attack or even only in passing, they should bite me. I had a flashing vision of trying to explain to a doctor why I had been bitten on the penis by a rabid raccoon and even in that hurley burley moment I knew the conversation would not portray me in the best light. I turned and ran. I left the dogs to fend for themselves. They had anticipated me and were already in motion and moving in the same general direction as myself and the raccoons. The dogs and I made for the safety of the deck and door back to the bedroom. The raccoons feeling victorious or seeing a chance to withdraw with honor all escaped over the fence to the side. As I made the safety of the deck I glanced up and noticed the light on in the window of my neighbors’ 2nd story bedroom that over looks my garden. I couldn’t make out if there was a person there but for the next week my neighbor when he would pass by our yard I swear he made a hissing and chattering sound under his breath and his wife would just giggle.
I don’t mind the cat watching me in the shower, but when she she climbs in bed when I am having sex and then gets as close as possible and watches with her head tilted to one side and a quizzical look on her face I have to admit it’s a bit freaky…
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Dude, sorry, but that’s the best story I’ve heard in months. :D:D:D:D:D:D
Seconded. Thanks for the giggle.
The only thing I’d be uncomfortable about being naked in front of family pets is that when he was a lot younger, my parents’ yellow lab really liked me. He realllllly liked me. On a few occasions he sat on the floor, with me on the sofa say, looking at me and have a stupid happy doggy look on his face…and he’d get a boner. (Yes, he was fixed!) And I wasn’t even naked! What if I had been? Yikes!
He’s still my favorite dog in the universe, though. And I get to see him in a couple of weeks for the first time in two years. Yay! But I think I’ll stay dressed if he’s in the room.
I used to take my oversized 100 pound Samoyed in the shower with me too. He was a very sweet dog but he didn’t like it much but any other bath would have been worse. The main problem was that the shower wasn’t all that big so we couldn’t move around that much. He also tried to force open the door so I had to hold it the whole time. I just used the same shampoo on him as I did on me. I had seen his weiner plenty of times and he rarely wore clothes so it seemed equitable. I don’t think it did any psychological damage to him.
Mr. Mado, please post more often. Only 16 posts in nine years?
I don’t mind the staring. I mind the climbing-on-board-my-butt-and-kneading-with-claws. Nothing ruins the mood like a girl hysterically laughing as she dabs antibiotics onto your butt. Sigh.
My cat has to come in the bathroom when I take a shower because she knows that when I get out, I’ll turn on the water in the sink for her to drink from the faucet.
I am reminded of a real news story I read years ago back stateside. A man was taking a shower when his cat, up on the toilet, decided his penis was a play toy and started batting at it. This startled the man so much that he slipped and fell, hurting himself. An ambulance was called, and when he told the stretcher bearers what had happened, they laughed so hard that they dropped him, breaking something else on him!
My cockatiel actually does the wolf whistle when he sees a naked person! He also does it when people kiss.
I don’t mind changing clothes in front of pets, or even peeing in front of them. I don’t shower with them in the bathroom, because I don’t want them crying by the door wanting to be let out when I’m all wet and naked and don’t want to open the door. I usually won’t poop in front of them either, I don’t really have a reason, I just don’t feel right about it somehow.
Maggie usually comes in the bathroom if I’m taking a shower. She likes sitting on the floor and “talking” to me. My Misty (who died last year) used to like to play in the tub after someone was done.
Buffy sometimes follows me in as well – although what’s bad is if I have to use the toilet. She has a habit of biting my leg to get my attention. OW!!!
When ever I bathed one of my dogs, I’d always go in there myself naked,
and shower with them, possibly to show thew there was nothing wrong with
it. Maybe they find our furless state bizzare but at least it never freaked them out.
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In the movie Live Nude Girls, the girls are sitting around talking (with clothes ON, dammit). The Cynthia Stevenson character says that, when she was younger, she would step out of the shower and the family dog would lick the water from – well, there – and she would let him.
Yuck.
I don’t care if the dogs see me. They don’t seem to care either. I don’t let them lick my privates, however.