Squeeze

In our house Lilly has a chair, a section of the sofa and two dog beds to sleep on but it is one club chair in particular that she favors. I have no idea how she decided this chair was hers, but we don’t often argue.

I don’t even bother sitting in that chair anymore because it never fails that when I sit down, she wants to lie down. She will sit right next to the chair and whine and STARE and whine some more. I, of course, give in and get up reinforcing the fact that that is HER chair.

Well, her majesty has become quite comfortable with her territory and does not take well to common townspeople invading it. Last night Abner had the audacity to fall asleep in Lilly’s chair and the scenario played out something like this.

Abner sleeping peacefully in chair. Lilly comes in and notices her seat is taken. She proceeds to stare at Ryan and I like, what is going on? Why is he in my chair? Aren’t you going to remove him? He is getting his dog germs ALL OVER IT!

She then moves in close and stares at Abner. He cracks open one eye and completely ignores her. Offended, she looks back to us to do something and when we don’t, she takes matters into her own hands and slowly climbs into the chair.

Now, the chair isn’t even technically big enough for her, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She climbed up, SAT ON HIM and squeezed him out. Abner was stuck, forced to wriggle his way out. We couldn’t even help him we were laughing so hard. She really is unbelievable.


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