A chronicle of my life in a house named for the dogs. That's what it's all about, isn't it?

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Pup Chair

In the living room at Hooligan House, we have a papasan chair. It is Candice's retreat of choice.

It is also the "pup chair".

First of all, this chair has definitely seen better days. For some reason, every pup we've ever raised or kept has wanted to chew on that chair. Even the ones that didn't chew on other things! I'm not sure if it's the fact that the frame is bamboo or if there's something in the varnish, or what. I'm sure we'll get around to replacing it someday, but it's honestly not high on the list.

But it's not just an attempted chew toy. It's a favorite nap spot for the pups, too, from little Pickles all the way up to Ginny-girl. All of our pups have been hopping up in that chair for as long as we have had them. For the most part, they get into the papasan chair without it even stirring.

Yet somehow, Katana has still not mastered the art.

She tends to jump a little too high, or a little too far, and hit the top of the chair, rocking it so it slides and ends up sitting like a nest instead of a chair. I tend to shake my head and sigh at the klutz.

But as I look at her today, laying in her "nest", perfectly comfortable, front paw and chin resting on the front edge, it occurs to me for the first time that she might be doing it on purpose. Perhaps she's just customizing the pup chair to best suit her. Hmm.

Maybe the Jester is smarter than we give her credit for....

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