The Dog Claims the Chair in San Marcos
Didn't go anywhere today, and neither did she. The dog claimed the leather chair by the piano sometime this morning and held it for hours — first sitting up with her paws hooked over the arm like she was presiding over the living room, then gradually melting until her chin was flat on the leather and only her eyes moved.
The orange throw got dragged around under her at some point, half of it wadded against the back cushion, the fringe hanging off the arm. She looked entirely unbothered by the mess she'd made of it.
That chair has more scratches on the arms than it did a year ago. I know exactly who to blame.