I've been thinking about writing an angsty post, but the kitty post by psyco_chick32
has made me want to relate my most recent puppy story.
As most of you know, we have two dogs. A larger, older (just turned 10!) black Lab and a two-year-old mutt of a puppy who is quite small (10 pounds). Our little guy is just full of romping, playing, and cuteness while the big guy is regal and dignified.
Well, in our house, the dogs have couch privileges. We have two couches, a large sofa and a smaller love seat. The big dog has a favorite spot on the big sofa, on the right corner cushion. The little guy sits on laps, pillows, the back rests, anywhere he wants that suits his desires at the time.
At night, though, the big guy usually sleeps in his spot on the sofa and the little guy snuggles with us on the bed.
Well, last night, I got up at 4:30 to use the bathroom and notice that the puppy didn't come to bed with us. I went looking for him. I found him. He had taken the big guy's spot on the couch. He was stubbornly refusing to budge and the big guy was glaring at him, squeezed onto the love seat. The puppy, who actually prefers nighttime snuggles on the bed, was only on the couch to spite the larger dog! He only wanted it because the other dog wanted it.
So I scooped up the little guy and brought him to the bedroom. When I woke up, the big guy was back in his place on the couch.
I have the cutest dogs ever.