Bath, Interrupted

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.