Embarrassin'

I have a little situation that's somewhat embarrassing.....or has the potential to be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't you be rather taken back if you walked in your front door with guests and YOUR dirty undies were scattered all over your house? I mean Chinese Laundry on the floor. I try to pretend that they are very small area rugs.....I'm not fooling anybody, but the effort is valiant. Now before you assume I'm a horrendous housekeeper.....not saying you'd be wrong...but okay fine.......I do not walk out the front door and leave my UNmentionables on the den floor, in the entry, kitchen or hall. It's m'dog. Missy the underwear carrying Rat Terrier. She goes to the dirty clothes and picks and chooses.....SOMETIMES it is a dress, blouse or pj's. That's bad enough....but I draw the line when it looks like the bad end of a sorority party in the family room. Do you have a clue why she doesn't just go ahead and put them in the washer, dryer, fold them and then put them in the dresser drawers? I asked her that. She looked at me like one of my kids used to when I asked them to do their laundry. Who me? Her little beady black eyes dart around the room, then look squarely at me. She haughtily raises her head and without another glance nor fare thee well, she jumps on the couch and settles down for a little siesta. Does she carry them back...nope. Does she act ashamed...not in this life time. Now I can just see you shaking your head and saying.....shut the doors to the dirty clothes hamper you idiot. Problem solved. Don't think so!! She can open them. Now your next suggestion is shut the door to the laundry room...I can see the wheels of your brain turning.......well, yes I could. But Chica, the cat's, litter box is in that room.....do I wanna deal WITH THAT???? Any more suggestions wise guy? I think not! So for now, I suppose I'll just have to give an UNDERWEAR alert to incoming traffic. Life is good on the Brannan Farm......bizarre but good.