Kevin made direct eye contact with me while peeing in my shoe.

It wasn’t an accident. That’s the part that hurts. He walked into the hallway, stared me down like a cowboy in a Western, then slowly, deliberately, lifted a leg over my running shoe. Never broke eye contact. I shouted. He didn’t flinch. Miso meowed once and walked away. Toast thumped her foot like she was filing a complaint. Kevin? He finished his business, kicked once like a smug little bull, and waddled off like he had paperwork to do. My shoe? Gone. #Pets #Dogs