I stand up on the sofa and look out the window again.
Nope not there. It wasn’t time yet, but I knew that before I climbed up on the sofa. The sofa that Mommie always yells at me and tells me not to get on. My brother, Gregor is at the window showing off again because he doesn’t need a chair to see out of it. He’s waiting for Mommie to come home too, so he can rat on me about the sofa no doubt. I can’t help it if I’m short.
The neighbor next door is playing ball and as usual it rolls in our yard at some point and Gregor starts yelling at kid to get off our lawn. He’s such a meanie-poo sometimes. I ignore him, trying to balance my body on the edge of the sofa. I liked the old sofa better. It had a flat ledge; this one was round, but I knew I could do it. I try again. And again. And again. Meanie-poo turns around just in time to see me not do it again as I fall onto the cushions. I can’t help it if I’m stubborn.
He looks at me and shakes his head about to look out the window again, when we hear it; Mommie’s car pulling onto the driveway. Gregor wants to act like he don’t care that Mommie’s Home, but I do and run for the door. When she opens it, it’s all I can do to not grab her by the legs. I can’t help it if I’m happy.
“Mommie! Mommie! Mommie! Mommie! Mommie!”
“Oh my look look at you! Now there’s a happy girl!”
Gregor is being a good, he walks over and stands next to me. Not able to wait anymore I run to her and she scoops me up in her arms. Mommie scratches him behind the ear because he likes that and tickles my belly because that’s what I like.
“How are my doggies? Were you two good today? Did you miss me?” She asks taking us into the kitchen for treats.
I stick my tongue out at my brother, knowing I was going to get treats first because I was in her arms and I do.
I can’t help it if I’m cute.
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Obviously, a story each day is not going to happen. Life has a way of getting in the way of living sometimes. I have some catching up to do, but I will have all 30 in by the end of the month.
Raivenne-lations 
Sounds like my sister-in-laws house.
Here’s to all the mamas and papas of furry children.
Very cute but, if “mommie” is smart, she probably knows well that her little girl has been jumping up on the sofa, but chooses to ignore it for the happiness of the moment.
I used to bust my dog all the time for being on the couch. Yes, she’s standing at the door greeting me, but there’s an unmistakable round and very warm spot indent left on the sofa. We mommies always know.
“I can’t help it if I’m cute!” Ha! To the victor goes the belly-rubs and the treats! As a two-dog mama, I can DEFINITELY relate to all of this. I’m also with Bob – hopefully all of the cuteness will make up for the trouble of being up on the sofa ; )
Ha! Thank goodness mine was not much of a shedder, so it was not bad. She mostly got away with it.