Usually he’s satisfied with lying on the floor outside the shower at night while I’m in the shower. A couple nights ago though, he whined at the sliding shower door until I opened it. He stood there looking inside for a while then walked right in with me. He walked a lap around my feet, getting soaking wet, then stood at the still open door looking out until he decided he should wait out the rest of the shower from outside it. Judy gave him a good rub with a towel, but he still had to go to bed damp that night.