Wednesday, December 27, 2017

My Chair. Mine.

To be clear, I was in the chair first.
I am usually in the chair.
(In the family it is known as my chair.)
I was just sitting there, minding everyone else's business (as usual).
Suddenly, this 65 pound lap dog wormed his way behind me.
(Don't let the perspective of this photo fool you, the dog is an adorable behemoth.)
He lay down on his side and then punched me with his sweet paw-fists until I was forced to evacuate the chair.
This aggression would not stand.
Large brown dog was ordered out of (not his) chair, displaced to floor.
I returned to the chair alone.
My chair.
I can never leave the chair (vulnerable) again.


  1. Levi looks quite amused and proud of himself. He seems to have a good sense of humor.