When I was a small pup, I was never allowed up on the couch (not like that little punk Luna, who was allowed up from day one). I waged a quest to turn this unfortunate rule around and a week before my six month old birthday, I was victorious!
The couch was finally mine, and I reinforced my superiority with style.
Now, six months later, I am happy to report that the couch is still mine. Not only the original couch, but the couch that Mum and Dad bought to be THEIR couch because they had given up on ever getting their own back.
So this is me, sitting pretty (would you expect any less?) on the NEW couch.
I'm pretty good, I tell ya!
