I've done something Bad today.
As you know, Dad and Mum have thoughtfully provided a comfortable sofa in the living room for me to sit on in order to snooze or watch telly. Sometimes Dad's allowed to sit there too. But I thought it was MY sofa.
Well, it seems I misunderstood, and actually it's Dad's and Mum's sofa.
Today, Dad had some Important Visitors. They all sat down in the living room and I came trotting in from the garden to say hello. But there were not enough chairs to go around, and the Visitors were sitting on MY sofa.
So what I did was this: I jumped onto the arm of the sofa, climbed from there onto the back of the sofa behind the Visitors' heads, then slid head-first down the back of the sofa between them to sort of insinuate myself into the middle. I thought it was a very clever idea. Room enough for all, I thought. But Dad thought differently and was very cross.
I think the clincher was the fact that I still had "drippy chops" after pausing for a drink from my bowl on the way in. OK, so the Visitors might have got slightly wet trousers. Thinking about it, they might have got slightly muddy too. But is that any reason to banish me into the garden???
(dad: what can I say? It's not altogether Pooch's fault - I blame the parents! ;-) )
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