I let DuPont up on the couch with me. And no, that's not the confession. The confession is, the reason that I originally began allowing it is because if he was up on the couch with me, that meant he wasn't somewhere else wreaking havoc.
The first few days that DuPont was here, he was a tornado. He tore around the house, pecked at every being within the house (furry or human) until they would interact with him. I ran him every single day those first four days and it only vaguely wore him down.
The only problem with him being on the couch with me is that he would start packing at me! Trying to grab at my hands, trying to crawl into my lap (he's way too heavy to be a lap dog, it just hurts), licking at my face and my arms and my hands, chewing on the survival bracelet I always wear, etc. It was annoying. Really, really annoying. Oh, and when he was really hyped up, he would drool a little. So I had to spread that awesome purple blanket over the couch that you see in some photos.
Over the weekend I cleaned house and folded the purple blanket. DuPont wasn't having to come sit next to me as frequently so I put the blanket up.
Last night, the next season of 'The Voice' premiered and it's admittedly one of my favorite shows. And I like it quiet and calm when I watch it because a person just can't get all the way into a show if there is a red tornado flying around the house. I had taken DuPont out for our daily run right after I'd gotten home from work and within about 10 minutes of returning home, he wasn't even panting anymore. (I was still panting, he could at least have stuck his tongue out just to humor me)
So imagine my surprise when I settle onto the couch to watch my show and DuPont politely climbs up next to me, circles and plops down with his shoulder leaning against me. He's not chewing on me, he's not licking me, he's not trying to steal the remote... He's just... chillin'.
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| Chillin' like a villain |
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