This is what happens when the Solo, aka Bark, thinks that EVERY seat in the house belongs to him. Even when you are already in it. I wouldn’t cave to his whining and barking and ended up with a 70 lb hound in my lap.
Exactly who should have been in the chair and who should have been on the floor was too long of a discussion to have at the time. Especially since we were all catching up on True Blood at the time.
Next time, I will curl up on the dog bed!
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