Ok, so Mum n Dad have a rule in the house that under no circumstances am i allowed on the sofa. Let me first point out that this rule is totally unfair. Petra-NO is allowed on all sofas!! In fact, she even has a sofa of her own that they call 'PP's chair'. PP'S Chair??!! Sheesh. I ask you? I'm the compact, clean, non-drooly one and yet its that big galumphing thing that gets the sofa. Where is the equality?? I mean, check this picture out for cripes sake. Who would want THAT image in the corner of your eye when you are watching tv??
Carls' Note: Diesel is not allowed on the furniture because he has alpha male issues. Once he's on he won't get off with out a growl. Hence no sofa. Petra on the other hand gets on when told and off when told and reaps the subsequent rewards.
Anyway, they are very strict with the no-sofa rule and i am always relegated to the floor. Both Mum and Dad get very cross if i get on the sofa, BUT...... check this out. Mum came home from work to our old house and caught Dad watching TV with me on his knee!!! Ha ha, Dad is so weak. As soon as Mum was out the door he let me jump up, sit back and chill out while we watched the football. Mum went mad (after taking this photo of course). She harked on about disciplin and continuity etc.
So the no sofa rule was enforced for mnths after that, then, last night Dad went out and left me to look after Mum while she watched a scary movie and guess what??!! Mums a sucker for my cute little rottie face to!! By the time Dad got home Mum and I were fast asleep on the sofa. Check me out, how comfy does that look???!!!
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