At first we tried to shoo him away but, when you start to see it from his point of view, it makes sense.
He gets to sit in front of us for a few moments when we don't seem to be distracted by anything important, we stroke his head and he gets to smell strange odours that don't seem to disgust him at all.
And so a session on the great white throne can actually be a rather tender moment with our poochie woochie.
Well, most of the time.
I was puttering about folding washing when I heard a very loud "AAAAAAARGH!" from the bathroom.
I ran to see if Fluffy Bear was OK.
"What is it? What is it?" I screeched.
Puppy Dog was trotted past me out of the bathroom, tail high with a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth innocent expression on his face.
Fluffy Bear looked up at me and wailed.
"He sneezed on my genitals!"