Over the weekend my husband invited our husky, Booker, into the sunroom.Â This isnâ€™t unusual, but it was a fairly mild day out and Booker seemed bored by being inside.
Pacing, Booker created nose art on all available surfaces as he looked for something to catch his interest.Â My husband pantomimed that he should put his front paws on the window seat and look at the birds flitting about the bird feeders.Â Booker did.
Then, my husband left the room to finish making breakfast.Â A few minutes later I poked my head into the sunroom to see what Booker was doing.Â To my dismay, he was fully reclined on the window seat cushion.Â He was doing his own version of a â€œBark-a-lounger chill.â€
â€œNOOOOOOOO!,â€ I yelped. â€œOff!â€
Itâ€™s not that Iâ€™m against pets being comfy, Iâ€™m not, but I am against wet and dirty dogs ruining my cushions.Â (That goes for two-or-four legged varieties.)Â My husband thought it was cute, and left it to me to make Booker understand the window seat was off limits.
I pointed at the cushion, and said, â€œNo no!â€Â Booker wagged his tail and looked at me with bright eyes.Â I decided male creatures are incapable of understanding the word â€œnoâ€ and sent Booker back outdoors.
Today I let him in the sunroom to see if my tutelage had worked.Â All went well until I turned my back for about two seconds. Â Arrgh! Â There he was sitting on the cushionâ€”grinding his doggy butt into its soft and permeable fabricâ€”and wagging his tail joyously.Â Sigh. This may take a while.
But, just for an instance, seeing the happiness on his face was infectious, and the best part of my day.