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So, we have this puppy.
Oh look, a puppy. (Or, maybe not.)
Okay, so he'll be two in February and therefore technically not a puppy anymore but he's a LABRADOR and some of them, like some people I know, NEVER GROW UP. Plus, I defy you to be in our house and not call him a puppy. It's just...well, what we call him to differentiate from our other dog,
At any rate, we have this dog named Austin, who is technically not a puppy but who is very, very naughty. But smart, you know.
And he really wants to sleep on the couch, which is not allowed.
I have fought this battle before --this coming up against the wiles of the four-footed friends. My old dog Sydney was the champion of this kind of naughtiness--I used to come down and she would be ON HER BACK on the couch and not moving. The puppy, at least, hears me coming and gets down and then lies on the carpet and acts all innocent. Last week, I took some stuff to my car on my way to get Jane from school and came back in for my sunglasses. The dog was ALREADY ON THE COUCH.
I don't know what you mean about "couch." Here I am on the floor. What is this couch of which you speak?
He KNOWS he's not supposed to get on the couch. He forgets himself on occasion and I catch him starting to hoist himself up until he recalls that this is Officially Against the Rules or I bop him on the head, whichever comes first. Because Austin leaves a lot of black hair on the couch, which is the chief reason he's officially not allowed on the couch in the first place. I say "officially" because if I wander down in the middle of the night, I will find the dog on the carpet and a decidedly warm couch cushion.
My cleaners came on Saturday and we had an open house on Sunday and then my parents arrived and I was determined to NOT do my daily couch vacuuming.
So, because I am all tricky like this, I loaded the couch with stuff aimed at dissuading an adorable but naughty puppy from getting on the couch. It looked like this:
Yes, there is huge irony at work:
So, what did the puppy do?
He slept here: