“Holy crap! England are being awful.”
When Helen first got CJ, she decreed that she would not let her climb on the sofa in order to maintain a hierarchy in the household. That decision has lasted about a month.
As CJ has grown, she has developed the ability to leap on the sofa. This is fine if it was only the horrible crappy pink sofa we have in the kitchen, but she has decided that she loves climbing on and sleeping on the lovely leather one we have in the living room.
Despite repeatedly picking her up and putting her on the floor, Helen has essentially given up and yielded to the dog’s demands. CJ has won the Battle for the Sofa and is now celebrating her victory by taking a nap, while I watch the rugby.
I personally don’t have much of a problem with this except for the following:
- She now disturbs my breakfast after finding the smell of fresh coffee particularly interesting
- She is very curious about my numerous remote controls
- She keeps stealing my spot on the sofa
In fact, my view of the whole sofa debacle can be summed up below:
1. Oh crap, she’s found my gadgets.
2. You chewed my USB cable! Touch my stuff again and I’ll wear you as a hat.
3. We have a gentlemen’s agreement.
4. Now let’s watch the rugby…
Still, she does seem to be enjoying the Rugby World Cup, so that’s cool.
Interesting point though, she can’t jump off the sofa unless my beanbag is nearby. If it is, she spectacularly face plants into it. If it’s not, she sits there rather helplessly waiting for someone to help her down.
Either way it is clear that CJ has won the Battle for the Sofa.
“Victory is mine!” (Cue choral music)