All the dogs know my beloved green couch is off limits…I mean I barely let my husband sit on it! (and never with a drink) Yes, the dogs all know, but they don’t always care. Weenie tries to scrunch into the crack when I walk by and catch her on the couch. I know exactly what she’s thinking: “If I lie really still, she won’t notice me.” Like I’m not going to notice a little fat black sausage stuffed into the corner of my favorite piece of furniture. Ginger doesn’t even attempt to be inconspicuous, she just gives me that look that says, “Yeah. I’m on the couch, couches are for sitting on, get over it.”
Our exchange usually goes like this:
” Ginger! Get off the couch.”
Ginger eyes me nonchalantly, lays her head back down.
” Off!”
She yawns.
I pick her up and move her to the chair. She watches me intently, waiting for me to leave so she can get back on the green couch. Round and round we go. I wonder which one of us is more stubborn?

You can see that Weenie is watching me as I snap this picture, but she never moves a muscle…”Yeah, I think I can blend in..”