Man, these primatives are much too attached to their daily ditty. I never gave it that much thought. Pull the lever, it's gone, done deal.
I did have a dog once that was absolutely enthralled with the whole toilet thing. Whenever I was in the "library" as I call it because that's where I catch up on my fishing magazines (see, DUmmies there
are other things to ponder while you purge. Free your mind, your ass will follow) I would always see his shadow appear under the door. He couldn't wait for that door to open. Not because he was happy to greet me, he would knock me out of the way the second that knob turned. Instantly he would rush in and place his front paws on the seat just totally captivated with the water swirling and dissappearing. Cocking his head left and right, ears perked and letting out a sqeak
Where does it go, dammit! Where does it go??? 