A lot of mornings, my husband gets up early, lets the dogs out and then goes to sleep on the couch. This is especially true on weekends when we don’t have somewhere that we need to go early in the day. Since Mr. Taleteller had training early on Saturday, Sunday was on tap to be a low key day. Sometimes, however, the couch can lead to a little too much togetherness, especially when it comes to my husband and Flattery.
Mr. Taleteller and Flattery are a good example of picking up traits of someone else that you spend a lot of time with. They also tend to be kindred spirits. I’ll just say that I don’t think it’s an accident that the two of them get along like peas in a pod. They both love a good morning nap on the couch and you can often find them there together.
When I woke up Sunday morning after sleeping late in the bed, I saw that my husband had pulled the door closed so that I could get some extra peaceful sleep. I got up quietly so that I wouldn’t disturb him and met a very disgruntled Bunny in the living room. Not only had he closed her out of her favorite morning nap spot, but he and Flattery were flagrantly hogging the couch. I sat down in my chair and did my best to soothe my irate canine princess.
As we had our little morning catch up, Mr. Taleteller and Flattery started to show signs of life. Neither of them woke up like a ray of sunshine, if you take my meaning. Soon, an irritated exchange started between the two of them.
Mr. Taleteller: Quit kicking me! Why don’t you just get off the couch?
As he said this, he was rolling about, trying to pull his legs free from under Flattery as she pinned him to the couch with his blanket.
Flattery: Quit kicking me! Why don’t you get off the couch?
She gave him an angry glare, punctuated by a raspberry, ears askew and another kick from her dainty foot.
Mr. Taleteller: I mean it! Quit kicking me! Get off the couch already!
This was accompanied by more thrashing on his part as he tried to both get free and regain his sofa real estate.
Flattery: I mean it! Quit kicking me! You get off the couch!
Her ears were askew and her little nostrils flared as she, once again, gave him a solid kick.
Mr. Taleteller: Quit kicking me! I’m not giving up the couch!
He had one foot on the floor, the other leg still holding on to the edge of the couch for all he was worth.
Flattery: Quit kicking me! I’m not giving up the couch!
Sure enough, she delivered another karate chop with her back foot, picked up her head and gave him the most serious glare I’ve ever seen from her.
I can’t lie. At that point, I lost it. I started laughing out loud and I couldn’t hide it. Both of them forgot to be mad at each other as they stared at me in my mirth. Seeing a grown man and a tiny Greyhound have a standoff over a couch is something you don’t wake up to every day and it tickled my funny bone. When Flattery saw me laughing, her face relaxed into her usual goofy expression that she gets when she’s proud that she’s made us laugh. My husband started to laugh, too. At that point, he got up and went to get something from the kitchen.
That was when Bunny made her move and reclaimed the spot that she felt should have been hers all along. She was the only one who wasn’t amused as she got up there quickly and assumed the look of a hound who is deeply asleep in the blink of an eye. In the end, I guess she is the one who really got what she wanted, although we all came out winners in one way or another. Too much togetherness can lead to all sorts of things you don’t expect, I suppose.