If you’re like “egg chair looks tiny,” no: dog is massive.
He has been relocated to the sofa next to me, where he is allowed (it’s covered in blankets)—egg chair and all its fun pillows are kiddo’s, and off limits to him
I got into an argument with Chispa about whether she was allowed on the green couch. She pointed out she was not allowed on the red chair and I was an idiot for not knowing the difference. I hesitated.
On appeal, my mother said “Of course she is not allowed on the green couch. She knows that.”
Hmm he was actually touching it—but fret not, he was asked to depart the egg chair and is now instead on the sofa next to me, where he *is* allowed (because it has blankets on it)
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(Those pillows are neat!)
He has been relocated to the sofa next to me, where he is allowed (it’s covered in blankets)—egg chair and all its fun pillows are kiddo’s, and off limits to him
On appeal, my mother said “Of course she is not allowed on the green couch. She knows that.”
He’s a very beautiful boy.