A colorful throw marks the spot on our couch owned by our dog, Lady. The perfect place to curl up and take a nap, sit up and look out the window, or stand up and bark at the UPS man when he comes.
This isn’t my window anymore. This is Lady’s window.
And her couch.
98% of the time she adheres to the rule of “No Blanket? No couch.” though I will catch her on the other end of the sofa, trying to catch the sun’s rays as they peek through in the afternoon. When I walk into the room, she’ll drag herself off of the couch with a stretch, then sit, head resting on the seat cushion, eyes peering up at me and whine for the blanket to be moved into the sunspot.
I, of course, oblige.