Actually, when I lived in the tenements, I had a dog whose rubber bone bounced off one of her fangs and jumped into the commode when flushing commenced. Had to call Roto Rooter. Could ill afford it. Since then, keep the lids down. It's not a male/female thing, it's an economic, budgetary concept.
Now, where's the beer? The celebration needs commencitating.
I thought for a moment I was still in Germany, and I was waiting for the Hanisch truck to deliver my wein und bier und cola.
I should live so long as to see 27DM a month for a booze habit...;o]