I seem to have lost my day bed. Mom keeps telling me I dragged it into her bedroom but I don't remember doing that.
Who needs a dog bed, anyway? Mom has this really nice chair in her study. When I was younger, I sat on her lap in that chair and helped her read. I think it should be okay for me to sleep in the chair while she writes.
But Mom says no, and she's the pack leader. She says I wouldn't mean to do it but that I'd punch holes in it
She found my day bed and brought it back to her study. Then she threatened me with a time-out and she means it when she says that.
I really, really, really want to sleep in the big chair, though. I'll wear her down. Maybe.