Looking at the mirror gave him an idea, though. He casually moved around the room with his back to the outside wall until he could clearly see the window reflected in the mirror. Dale stepped into his pants and pulled them up to his waist—under his towel—all the while keeping a close look on the mirror. As he leaned over to pick up his shirt, he'd begun to think that he was wasting his time, but then he noticed a pink muzzle slowly moving into view, and a half-opened eye above it. He almost laughed; it was like watching a puppy try and be sneaky.