Friday, December 2, 2011


We have a lot of rules here...sit before going through the door, sit and "watch me" before getting my food, don't chase the cat, don't get on the fur-nitch-er...blah, blah, blah.  I am, however, allowed to sleep on the nice ottoman.  Well, sometimes I get tired of following the rules and when no one is looking, I love to sleep in my papa's red leather chair.  Now, that's comfy!  Today, I got caught.  oops, bad timing on my part.
uh, oh 
As you can see, I'm close to the "approved" ottoman.  As my mama says, "close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades" whatever that is. 

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham


  1. Amber must be in on it with him... she slept on the leather couch last night (after dan had cleaned it of course). She is smart enough to jump off before we come downstairs though. But not smart enough to know she leaves blond hair all over a dark brown couch :) silly dogs!