HALP.
FoMo keeps telling me I'm not allowed in bed or on the couch. This morning while she was brushing her teeth, I jumped up in bed. Not for my comfort, mind you - I was trying to do her a favor! It's a cold, gray, damp morning and if she decided to skip work and get back in bed, I wanted her spot to still be warm for her! But no, she made me get off the bed and then she went to get ready for work. And over the weekend, I asked the most nicely if I could get up on the couch with her and FoSis. I used my best eyes!
She says my furever home gets to decide the rules for the furniture, not her. But she also says I'm the best snuggler and I have super soft fur, so maybe I can sweet talk my way onto their couch! We took a little nap together in the biggest dog bed this weekend, which was nice. However, obviously the long-term solution is for a family to take me home and let me snuggle them every day. I can't wait! So on this gray day:
