Sunday, November 27, 2005
The Couch Incident
For Thanksgiving, we had company. Company in our house is a rare occurrence. Partly because we don't have much furniture, but mostly because we're somewhat anti-social.
The Girls came over, and, given that we don't have much furniture, they sat on Flof's couch. We put a sheet down to protect them from hair and other things on the couch. It's more of a loveseat, really, but regardless, Flof is the only dog I know of who has his own furniture.
After we ate, which was pretty early (I tried to get the bird on the table between games so that I could maximize my Wife Points, but it didn't happen because Evie called, which is another rare occurrence.) we all moved into the living room to watch the second game. And then, because we were all pretty fat and lazy, like most Americans on Thanksgiving (and most other days) we just stayed parked in our respective places untill about 10 pm.
Flof came in to the living room and tried to sit on his couch with The Girls, but they weren't moving (which is fine, after all, they're company!). They all three couldn't fit on the loveseat. I mean, the dog weights 100 pounds, so it's not like he's going to sit on the couch and go unnoticed.
Throughout the day and into the night, he'd give them dirty looks; lay down near his couch and grunt; sit in front of his table, glare at them and grunt some more.
Towards the end of the evening, when we were watching "Grease" and all checking out Stockard Channing and Olivia Newton-John, Flof was laying down in the living room, and shifting his weight. He does this sometimes when he's been holding his urine for a long time. Usually when he does this, I tell him he's a Zen Master.
However, this time he was passively-aggressively telling The Girls to get their asses up off of his couch because his 12-year-old dog hips were really hurting him.
When The Girls left, he parked his 100-pound-dog-ass on his couch and didn't move. Usually, when we go to bed, Flof goes back to the bedroom, too. Thursday night when we went to bed, he stayed on his couch.
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