Once upon a time, Sherbert wasn’t allowed in the bedroom (she could lay at the threshold, one jowl or paw peaking over – but that was IT!) She wasn’t allowed on the sofa – not even the love seat. And we certainly didn’t line up the lawn chairs for her.
Then, one day, after many (hilarious) failed attempts, Sherbert successfully leaped onto the sofa. We were too shocked (and proud) to make her get off. That was the beginning of the end.
Soon our sofa was covered in Sherbert hair – an un-erasable mess. Then we rented a room near the ski hills for the winter and the bed was a mattress on the floor. A mattress Sherbert didn’t even have to grunt to get up on to. She was experiencing the taste of human comfort and there was no going back.
Soon she was sleeping in her bed on our bedroom floor. Boundaries firmly intact.
Then we moved, again. The new place had stairs and hardwood floors and brand new, really high sofas – it was a pudgy bulldog’s nightmare.
So, somehow, miraculously, Sherbert appeared on the bed. How she got there is anybody’s guess.
And then Sherbert appeared on the sofa – the brand new sofa with a suede-like finish. (That’s the sofa in the picture above.)
There’s no going back.
Sometimes I watch in horror as she licks her paws on my side of the bed leaving a ridiculously large wet spot where I lay my precious head.
But to see that dog, poised so perfectly at the foot of the bed, waiting, oh so patiently, for her invitation (and ride) onto its super soft padding is the. cutest. thing. ever.
That dog loves the bed. And she loves the sofa. I truly think after breakfast, dinner, and an ample amount of pea pods those are the two things Sherbert loves the most in life.
Well, and the cranes that make those resting spots possible.