What Is Your Bitch?
Clearly, I need to vent.
I suppose most others might need to as well from time to time, and I thought this might make for an interesting thread.
Here is my bitch.
Why is it, that every time I enter the kitchen, that is the stimulus for Girl to follow? Please..., allow me my space.
Further, I have trained my dogs to not even think about entering the kitchen when I am in it (hot oil, hot water, what's not to like?). But once Girl (who apparently answers to a higher God) enters, my rules no longer seem to apply. So, now I am surrounded by not only her activities ( which are fine), but the two dogs in tow.
My best work-around has been to start a few minutes early. That of course will bring her in (and the dogs, for her persuits), at which point I back away. If I time it right, by the time she (and the dogs) are done occupying the space, I can get down to business, unincumbered and in good fashion.
I don't appreciate the added problem, but the sex is great (and the dogs get to watch). Sorry if I'm a little over the top, but it's just so frustrating (yet, I love them all).
So whether it be by spouse, pet, process or mechanical device (and otherwise), what's your bitch?
I figure you must have one or two.
Ever the voyeur, just curious.