I love being on the couch with the family. It’s more about the family than the couch. If they’re not there, I’m more likely to choose my enormous bed than the couch.
But the couch is hard to get up to sometimes. It usually takes two tries to get up there.
I have pretty long legs for a dog my size, but the couch is even taller!
Just the other day, I was playing fetch with Mama, and I came running back to the couch with my toy. As I did, I misjudged where the couch started and instead tried to jump onto the (much higher) arm.
I fell. They laughed. I tried again and this time I made it up to the couch.
I’m glad they laugh. I like being the funny one in the family. Boy is a close second for the amount of laughs he gets from the others, but I’m king of the physical humor!