Yep, this is the infamous dog, Chubsey. He's a Rat Terrier and he's way spoiled. In fact I'm quite certain he thinks he is the baby of the house.
I've been home more since school let out and have noticed that I have to pick up my throw pillows a lot more than usual. Hmmm, why is that pillow on the floor again? Did the girls put it there? No. This innocent little canine was caught red handed yesterday pulling the pillow onto the floor by his teeth to make a more comfortable laying surface.
He knew he was caught. He stops and looks at me as if to say "Sorry. The floor's really hard, and I'm getting old you know". Okay, I'm a softy. Lay on the pillow. Scratch the head.
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