My Shower With Cujo

If the Mayans were actually correct in predicting this 2012 apocalypse thing, I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that I will be buck naked in the shower when it all goes down. You see, I am ALWAYS buck naked in the shower when the shit hits the fan in my house. It’s like a damn chain reaction as soon as I step under that stream of water, and then… BAM! All hell breaks loose right then and there. And wouldn’t ya know, my goat of a dog was more than happy enough to prove this very point to me yet again one day last week.

I had just lathered up my hair when my furry little nemesis came slinking around the bathroom door. I almost gasped out loud when I saw him because the dude literally had foam dripping down from his beard. Sweet baby Jesus, I was scared. My mind instantly flashed back to a few hours before when I found him in the back yard eating something that he clearly shouldn’t be eating. And when I unsuccessfully tried to pry open his mouth to find out what the hell he was chomping, I discovered the tip end of a squirrel’s tail not far from his feet. At the time, I didn’t know whether to be horrified or electrified that he’d potentially murdered one of those bushy-tailed bastards who are on my eternal shit-list. However, when I saw that he was actually foaming at the mouth now, I confirmed that I was, in fact, horrified. I feared that none other than Cujo himself was in the bathroom with me.

I gotta admit that I was more than just a little nervous to finally step out of the shower. I tried like hell to turn up the sweet talk as I slowly placed one wet leg on the bath mat outside the glass door, expecting this rabified beast to gnaw my leg right down to the bare bone. Surprisingly though, he barely gave me so much as even a second look before he laid down on the tile floor. I glanced around and saw piles of foamy spit all throughout our bedroom and all down the hall and questioned whether to call Animal Control or our vet. I mean, clearly, I was about to be eaten alive, right?

Thank God I have those eyes in the back of my head that I always tell my kids about cause they sure came in handy as I cleaned up all the spit piles throughout the house. There was no way in hell I was turning my back on this unpredictable wild dog for even one second. Noooooo, no, I was gonna tell him what a “Nice doggy” he was every step of the friggin’ way is what I was gonna do. Much to my surprise, though, the big old lug just laid there without even attempting to move and peacefully watched me wipe up all of his messes. I wasn’t attacked or even close to being mauled to pieces.  What the hell?!  Was I on Candid Camera again?

I never found out for sure if the dog really did eat a squirrel, and luckily, the foaming of the mouth deal just seemed to be a passing thing.  My husband says that dogs sometimes do that when they get all wound up (yet another similarity between men and dogs?)  I tried very hard to not make any connections between me showering and the dog foaming at the mouth (Ewww!), but nonetheless, I was so relieved that I didn’t have to warn the neighbors to lock up their kids from my rabid dog.  I’m not thinking THAT would win me any favorite neighbor awards….

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13 Responses to My Shower With Cujo

  1. EverRose says:

    I can relate. One time I was in the shower when my husband brought in my bloody 2yo son. He was running and hit the fridge. He needed 12 stitches to close up the cut on his forehead!

    • mama2point0 says:

      I’m convinced that me entering a bathroom just leads to problems. Sounds like you have the same situation in your house….

  2. linlori says:

    Oh, my gosh! I would’ve been freaked out of my mind! We have a rottie and if he ever did anything like that? Oh, yeah. I would’ve corralled him in the yard and made the husband deal with him!

    • mama2point0 says:

      Trust me, if I wouldn’t have been home alone, I would’ve been screaming for help. (Not that anyone in my house would actually pay attention & answer call of distress though….)

  3. And this is why I try not to shower.

  4. MH:DG says:

    Very funny!!
    I feel your pain…except I’m sitting on the toilet when the “shit hits the…”…well, you know what I mean!!!

    • mama2point0 says:

      Oh yes, the toilet is the other place where trouble seems to follow. I think my kids wait until my booty hits the porcelain to start fighting or crying.

  5. dozenroses13 says:

    I wonder if you started taking bubble baths instead would all hell break loose?

    My little dog gets up on her hind legs and pushes her nose through the edge of the shower curtain to say Hello. Luckily she’s not big enough to jump in on her own!

    • mama2point0 says:

      I wish I could do the bubble bath thing. I’m just too antsy to be a bath person. I like to be in & out. We have a jacuzzi tub & I NEVER use the thing. Even if I did though, the damn dog would probably jump in there with me. He’s a moron.

  6. Duane says:

    I understand completely what you mean about being bothered right when you get started on something else. For you it’s the SHOWER, for me seems most of the time I sit at my COMPUTER I must first be interrupted 3-5 times before I am finally left alone to work. Not to mention there is a little memo I would like to post. If I am at my computer it means I’m WORKING….for god’s sake! I don’t surf the web for porn or college co-eds in bikinis’ or rock videos on YouTube. I’m WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!!
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  7. dcawvive says:

    Isn’t this the dog that ate your underwear last week?

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