Liza sits and thumps on the bathroom door anytime I close it behind me. My options for preserving my sanity have been to either stick her in her kennel first or let her inside. The first, and only time, she managed to lick my butt brought an abrupt halt to one option. After some work we have finally found a happy medium. Now she gets to sit in the doorway with the door cracked open. I keep a supply of tennis balls nearby in case Liza needs a projectile reminder.