Bathroomphobia

Diego is afraid of my bathroom. Which makes the fact that that's where his food and water are located kinda complicated.

I guess it's my fault. He was fine for the first few weeks that we moved in... One day, however, while he was in there eating like the piggy that he is, I was getting ready for school or whatever, and I turned the shower on so that it could be warming up. I wasn't expecting for the sound to scare the crap out of Diego, who jumped about a foot in the air, scrambled to get to the door, which, of course, was closed. He ran into it. And when I went over to let it open for him, he squished himself trying to get out. I was, obviously, apologizing profusely while this happened.

Now, whenever he's in there getting a bite when I walk in (which he usually is, because he can't go more than twenty minutes without needing a snack), he scrambles through my legs to burst out of there. I feel quite bad about it. It's quite sad to be filling up his food bowl and instead of him mauling me to get to it, he now sits just outside of the bathroom threshold, warily watching me until I exit the bathroom so he can then enter.

Shesh.