Big Pupi explains his brilliant idea:
So. A few weeks ago my folks were given a sofa by my grandhumans who were moving and could no longer use it. My people LOVE this "new" piece of furniture and have stupidly decided that they will not allow it to go to the dogs. HA! They did not know what they were up against.
They purchased these evil things called x-mats that are all spiky and ouchie and meant to train us canines off certain pieces of the furniture. Yeah, right! My folks touched our paws gently to the mats when they first arrived and we got the point (pun intended) right away. As long as we see them, we stay off that part of the sofa. However, we were always allowed on the old sofa and so this new off-limits thing is kind of confusing to us. To meet us half way, my people also got us a super fancy sofa protecting bolstered blankie thingy to mark our Good Boy Sit area. All seemed right in the world...
...to my people. NOT to me. I don't dig it.
That stupid bolstered blankie thingy was NOT placed on my FAVORITE part of the sofa - the part nearest the feasting area! And, well, depending on the time of day my favoritest area seems to change. I WILL NOT conform to this consistent and oh-so boring Good Boy location. And what's a boy to do when he's on lock-down from a shoulder injury and has all this wacky pent-up energy and he's bored to bits?
Embark on some problem solving. That's what.
I stole a pillow from mom. It's a "decorative" pillow, and to all of my canine folks out there who don't know what this means - something that is "decorative" just sits around and waits for you, the family canine, to give it a job to do. It waits patiently until we assign it a purpose, or a "raison d'être," to my french-speaking friends. This particular "decorative" pillow found a job protecting my sensitive little bum from the spikies. A noble occupation indeed. It's the perfect size for me to curl up on, and just small enough for me to carry it to any part of the sofa I please. Place it on the x-mat and...
...VOILA! A snoozel spot fit for a beast.
If mom takes the pillow away from me, I just pile up stuffies and continue doing as a beast of my intelligence will do. Of course I prefer my super snuggly pillow, but I can make do with any materials I might find. I even had mom's coat up there one day. How did I get her coat? Oh... I can't tell you that. I think she reads this blog.
And what about that fancy faux suede bolstered blankie thingy? Stanislaw can have that. I'm all set with my pillow, thank you very much.
To my people I say, "Nice try, folks." I'll add on a "Maybe next time." And to punctuate my thoughts on this topic:
Outwit. Outplay. Outpooble.
Saturday, July 25, 2009