So, I come home after work tonight. It's really cold outside--and, of course, Sweet Husband is working late until the holiday, so I have the house to myself--and I decide to take a hot bath.
I get out the yummy smelling soap and light some candles and am just getting all settled in, when there's a scratch at the door. And then the scratch turns into a whine. Not a "let-me-the-hell-in-right-now" whine, but a soft, pleading, "you're-gone-all-day-and-I-miss-you-soooo-much" sad, guilt-trip-y sort of thing. So I stand up, curse a little at the cold, and let Moe in the bathroom.
And then there was a terrier in my tub.