You may have noticed that I have my own sofa in the kitchen. It is my favourite place in the house, mainly because it is the focal point of our home and I can keep an eye on what is going on – and, most importantly, it is where De prepares food. I like to be close to that particular activity!
I do lots of things on my sofa. Some are non-controversial, such as sleeping or watching TV but others cause quite a reaction, especially my chewing activities. I bring things here to chew, which I suppose is just about okay if I am chewing bread but I also like chewing bones here. I get dragged off if De or the tall person see me doing this. It’s difficult to know what is allowed and what isn’t. It’s mainly trial and error. I once dug up a bush in the garden and brought it to my sofa to chew – that was an error! I’ve come to realise that anything dry is usually ok to chew there but anything wet I have to chew outside. The same applies to me – if I am dry I can lie on the sofa without getting bothered but if I’m wet I know I will be told off. Dry good, wet bad – you would think it is an easy thing to remember but……..
The tall person rarely sits on my sofa because he says it is often soggy with drool. De cleans it every day, which means I have to start all over again to get it to smell the way I like.
De is much more understanding of my dribbling problem and often sits with me on my sofa in the evening and cuddles me, which is very nice. Buy a wetsuit tall person and join us!