When we finish eating, I dump the plates in the sink and rinse them off. I grab my clothes and something out of my bedroom and return to the bathroom. The dog watches me as I come and go. His head tilts to the side, but he doesn't bother following me. "Stay," I order before wandering into the bathroom.
Jumping in the shower I am in there all of five minutes when I hear a low whining coming from outside the bathroom door. Reaching out the shower, I open the bathroom door before turning back to rinse the shampoo that is now burning my eyes. Opening my stinging eyes, the dog is watching me through the shower door.
“You know it is rude to stare,” I tell him. He c***s his big head to the side, not fazed by my comment. Feeling his eyes on me, I rush to get out. I don’t know why but sometimes h
