Sometimes I wonder why humans often refer to "sleeping on the couch" as a punishment vile.
I have oft heard "I'll sleep on the couch" uttered as if it were a supreme sacrifice. "If you don't stop snoring you'll have to sleep on the couch" is intended as a threat, the idea of which will alarm the listener into stifling their sonorous expressions of a deep and restorative slumber.
Yours truly has a couch. I consider it the optimal location to rest my weary labraself at the end of a long day of walkies, tennis ball, and the odd behaviors that momma compels me to perform in order to earn my daily cookies.
Allow me to demonstrate the endless variety of comfort afforded by my couch.
|I can sleep on this end.|
|Or I can sleep on this end.|
It appears Mango's portrait has fallen off its hook. Must have been a poultry guest.
|I can allow my toes to dangle in the breeze.|
|Or tangle them up in an artful pose.|
|My favorite position of all.|
Here shown with a close up to demonstrate that I do actually sport a very acceptable and full set of chompers.
|No, Beastie, I did NOT forget to remove my dentures.|
Friends and loyal readers. I ask you. Do you have a couch of your own? A favorite chair? Where do you lay to rest and escape into dreams full of chasing squirrels, swimming, or other assorted pass times?
P.S. Whenever I post pictures of my couch, momma frequently receives queries as to the origin of my tasteful couch cover. It comes from Orvis, although it appears that the particular model that I have is no longer available. Fear not. They have this substitute model which Master has on his chair to great effect (he tends to shed construction debris).