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We leave it up, gross or not, because we have five cats and two dogs and nobody can remember to fill up the damn water bowls. As long as it's flushed, I don't really care if it is a pet drinking fountain.
Which leads me to something I don't say, quite often: "Flush the goddamn toilet, nobody wants to come in and look at your turd sitting there!"
Translation: "::sigh::" ...flush.
Except that the dogs don't drink neatly, slurp, drip, slurp, drip. After they're done, the bathroom floor needs mopping. Which doesn't mean that anyone will volunteer to mop it. Which means that if you go in there with socks on, those socks will soon be coming off. Which means that on any given day there are at least a dozen balled-up soggy, filthy socks scattered throughout the house.
So here's another thing I don't say: Pick up your socks, do you think the friggin' sock fairy will get them for you?
And another: "Get those stupid dogs out of the house, they can drink from their water bowl on the porch."
Translation: "::sigh:: I'll get the mop."
But if the seat is left down, the seat gets wet too. And in our master bath, where Tabby the Ancient lives (she was my mom's cat, we inherited her, she's 16 and senile and pees on the floor...which is why she stays in the bathroom) there are going to be wet clay cat litter footprints all over the seat. Ew.
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