The other day we had some overnight guests (guests who came for the day, then spent the night... just to be clear... they were invited to spend the night... well, I was fine with one of them spending the night, but the other... well... you'll see)
Keri has been helping the Kennel out a bit (and we are FOREVER grateful for your help!) brought along her... um.... dog?
This is Yogi.
As you can clearly see, Yogi is not only wearing a rather cool, well fitting sweatshirt... but is on MY couch.
Being the gracious host... I let him sit there
|Yes, this is MY couch, isn't it comfortable. The floor is comfortable too, I suggest you check that out|
|It's touching my foot, IT'S TOUCHING MY FOOT!!!|
|Be a good host... you must be a good host... he's in my spot, but be a good host|
|Oh sure, you have a hood, but I have a blankie and more ensembles than you|
|Dude, I know a really good orthodontist for that overbite thing... just sayin|
I told him that ensembles weren't allowed in the house except if you were on the floor.
|thwarted and he's touching my blankie... AND LEANING ON ME|
For some reason (I have no idea why) he insisted on staying behind the fence
|No, seriously, come on Yogi, it's perfectly fine in the kennel area!|
For some reason, he didn't believe me.
|What is that? Looks like a pig in a blanket! Hey, come on over, we'll be nice, we promise!|
After that, he stayed in the house on MY couch for some reason
|No, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have eaten you, and honestly you do kinda look like a pig in a blanket... have you thought of trying Pilates?|