What is going on? I am confused.
Remember my post where we established sofas are for dogs and floors are for people?
Well, mistress climbed on my sofa the other afternoon – and went to sleep on it. All of it. There was no space for Pippadog.
I was consigned to the floor.
Then a bit later on, master did the same.
But then I got it back.
Although not for long.
So whose sofa is it? Isn’t it mine any more?
And it is sooo comfy.