My Bathroom Is Currently Guarded By A Large Poodle

Her name is Zephyr.

Due to the recent departure of my step-daughter to go and move in with her friend, we have been able to open the house up to the dogs, safe in the knowledge that they won't try and bite anyone's arse on their way upstairs.

Zephyr has obviously proclaimed that this small pile of laundry outside the bathroom door shall now be her throne, and from such she is reluctant to move lest there be food involved.

I'm not going to argue with her.