So one of the things that the dog really likes to do is to take your seat the minute you leave it. She has her favorite spot on the couch. When E's in that spot, she just works her way in until both of them are there, and E's generally fine with it. However, the adults make it harder, since we're not as small, nor as likely to want to share with a 45 pound dog.
Me, on returning from outside and finding that the dog has once again whooptied me (what we call it when someone steals your seat after you get up): Girlfriend, get up.
E: You can just say, 'shame on you, dog. You white devil.'
A friend of ours, who happened to witness the whole thing: If that doesn't wind up online, you're doing it wrong.
Far be it for me to do it wrong.
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