I’ve shared a few stories in the past about how Mr. Taleteller and the Greyhounds have a difference of opinion about who actually owns the couch. He may have paid for it, but that means nothing to Bunny or Flattery. Most of the time, the girls are very content to share the couch all afternoon while we’re off at work.
I am not as willing as Mr. Taleteller to give up my stake on the couch. If I want to sit down, I tell them to move, and most of the time they do. However, they are often back rather quickly to reclaim any real estate that I’ve left vacant once I’m sitting down. Actually, both of the girls really like to snuggle up to me on the couch after I’ve come home from work, finished turn out and canine dinner. It’s a little ritual that the girls both seem really fond of.
While most dogs are rather smitten with Mr. Taleteller, Bunny remains staunchly devoted to me. If we’re getting ready to go somewhere, she won’t go out to the car with him until she’s certain I’m going and she also defers to me. If he tells her to do something, often she looks at me to see if she really has to. I try not to laugh, because normally I’m on the receiving end of this behavior, usually from Morgan. I admit that I’m not always successful, though. Bunny likes my husband, but he’s just not her person of choice.
Last weekend, I was busy writing out Christmas card addresses, and I needed space to work, so I decided to sit on the couch and use the coffee table since I’d be able to spread things out. Bunny was curled up on one end of the couch and I sat down beside her. Soon, Flattery appeared, but there wasn’t room for her beside me. That didn’t stop her from trying, though.
She hopped up on the one foot space beside me, perched precariously as her feet were all together in such a small space. She did a half turn as she tried to circle, realized she couldn’t make it and turned back. Her expression was comical. “Whatever shall I do?” was clearly the question in her brain. After a few moments’ thought, she decided to try to move behind me on the couch. That wasn’t flying with me and I told her “no” rather sternly.
Flattery hopped off the couch and went straight over to Mr. Taleteller as he sat in his chair. She stared up at him with her giant golden eyes and he humored her by fussing about the unfairness of life. As she stood there, I could see another idea enter her brain. There was another side of the couch with a lot of real estate. Perhaps she could squeeze in between me and Bunny.
At that moment, Bunny stretched out as far as her little frame could manage, gave a big sigh and flopped her head down on the couch. The message was clear, “There’s no room here for you! Move along!” My husband burst out laughing and I joined in. I swear, I saw a smile cross Bunny’s face and she did her last wriggle, pressing herself against my leg. Flattery was the only one who was not amused. Clearly, as the battle for couch domination continues, we appear to be much closer to a victor.