He walked onto the deck, like he was walking onto a yacht, but this deck was connected to a log lodge instead. From there, he descended the stairs to the courtyard. At the bottom of the stairs, to the right, was the hot tub.
No one else was in the hot tub. No one else was in the courtyard either. He was wearing a robe, but under it was no swimsuit. At this spa swimsuits are optional.
He removed his robe, revealing the body of a Greek god, and placed the robe on the chair next to the hot tub. He was unaware of the watching eyes.
The owner of those eyes focused on what you might guess was of the most interest at that vulnerable moment. And then it happened so quickly that the man in the tub could do nothing to protect himself and his modesty.
Someone had taken the robe.
That someone was Beau, our troublesome Yellow Lab. The dog took the robe, shaking it like he had to break its neck. Then he ran off with it, silently laughing as he dragged it through the melting snow and mud.
The man in the tub, who was me, yelled at the dog to no avail.
It is a good thing we don’t have any neighbors.