I’m starting to think of the bathroom as Lil’ Frankfurter’s office.
If I’m in the bathroom, so is Frankfurter.
When I get out of the shower, I open the curtain to a minimum of three dog toys and a miniature doxie who is patiently awaiting my arrival.
When I wash my face at night, Frankfurter watches attentively. He is also interested in, uh, my other bathroom habits.
When Frankfurter grows up, he wants to be a beautician or a gynecologist. Or maybe both.
He’s very diligent about chewing up his toys.
And he’s very diligent about shedding as much as possible.
Because spending time in the office? Is all about work. And dedication.