"Josie, NO!” No way was Josie going to get to touch any of our furniture, especially the soft stuff. But one day, maybe a month ago, she simply, matter-of-factly, climbed aboard the ottoman that goes to our large stuffed chair. I looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both knew from the start that this was too perfect to say “no” to.
Well, not exactly perfect, because she’s growing and is already a bit too big for this piece of furniture. Pat and I have actually seen her fall asleep and slide off, crashing to the floor. (Unlike cats, who make any accident look intentional and safe face by preening, Josie looks totally outraged and embarrassed.)
But she’s there on that ottoman a lot. It’s soft. It’s elevated and brings us closer into her view, and her into ours. She looks great there. She reigns. Sometimes rests her head on the arm of the stuffed chair next to it, and quietly goes to sleep like that. And she’s never, ever, not once tried to mount any other piece of furniture in the whole house.
Not to say that she’s miss well-behaved – things are generally better on that score, but there are a host of issues to address. We’re going up to New Skete this weekend, all of us, and those poor monks will be inundated with our questions about her. But we’re really looking forward to watching her romp with some real experienced German sheps. Maybe they’ll teach her a thing or two…
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