There was a variation on this theme which he would carry out when we went camping. Most of our forays into the wild were exactly that, and we camped in places where there were no facilities. A trip to the bathroom thus meant a short (or long, depending on your sense of urgency measured against your sense of modesty) hike to a suitable spot, some digging, and then some squatting, oftentimes precariously depending on the terrain. Apparently
Probably the most bizarre, yet hilarious instance in which he invaded our privacy was when I noticed during the middle of a romantic interlude with my husband that Rio was standing motionless at our bedside, chin planted firmly on the edge, watching with fascination our every move. What the hell was he thinking?? Needless to say, that sort of threw a wrench in things, as there was no ignoring that intense gaze. "Don't you have a bone in the other room?" I'd say, but he prefered the entertainment in our room. And they call the vizla the "velcro dog" - ha!