When Your Dog Has an Evil Sense of Humor

When I was a kid, once or twice my younger brother hid under my bed and grabbed me around the neck to frighten me after the lights went out, or hid in my closet, and jumped out at me when I was getting changed. Years later, my little sister had an evil toy - little men on springs and suction cups. You pushed them down, compressing the spring between two opposing suction cups until the cups caught and held. They would jump up at you when the spring overpowered the suction. She thought it was very funny that they scared the beejeezus out of me. I'm over my brother long ago. (Not that that was easy.) And I've long since forgiven my sister (for those horrible little men, at least.) But, I guess you could say that it's understandable that I startle easily. And now, I live with The Crow - she's an unusually smart dog with a wicked sense of humor. She's decided it's funny to ambush me from the shower stall. Ha ha. Ha.

(Now I know she's likely to be there, and it doesn't scare me anymore ... not much, at least. Still, there's always a small start when I don't realize she's in there and I turn to see this: )