Life with Jasmine, Juliet and Buttercup, Our Rescued Dachshunds

Random notes on our experience with THREE rescued miniature dachshunds

Couch Wars

on December 19, 2008

It’s my own fault.  I know this.  But it still irks me.

Today, I had to go out to run errands.  I got out the door, started the car, and then remembered that I left something I needed in the house.  I turned off the car, went back in the front door…and I saw her.

A little head popped up above the top of the couch, ears perked, eyes bright.  Yes, the white damask couch with the down cushions and pillows and the 8-way-hand-tied-oak-frame.  My favorite piece of furniture.

Oh, that BAD BAD girl.  Jasmine was up on the couch in the very (warm) spot that I had been sitting in just a few minutes before.  I walked over to the front of the couch, gave her a low, growly NOOOOOOOOO and told her to get down.  She didn’t.  She looked at me feigning disinterest.  I picked her up, told her “down”, and put her down.  I then placed various “booby trap” and blocking items on the couch to keep her from climbing up again.  I picked up the item I had forgotten and then left.

But I didn’t leave.  I waited a minute and then went back inside.  I think she knew I had been lurking outside, because she was sitting on the carpet at the edge of the foyer and looking at me.  Hm…

I went out and ran my errands.  When I returned she was NOT on the couch, but a couple of the “booby traps” (magazines) were askew on the floor.  She had obviously tried to climb up on the couch and had dislodged them.

So begin the Couch Wars.

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