Madison can now jump into the back of the Explorer. This is wonderful, because at 60+ pounds, H-Mom was beginning to have a difficult time finding an easy place to grab the girl, and an even more difficult time hoisting her into the car in a fashion that was not awkward or ridiculous looking. The valets were starting to snicker.
All sense of decorum flew out the window as soon as H-Mom and Madison started the WWF posturing to get into the car.
Madison has discovered how wonderful it is to hop up. And she is becoming a "stealth jumper." And she quickly and very very quietly makes herself comfortable. The bed. The sofa. That's a lot of dog to move "off." And she allows herself to be removed very reluctantly.
That's a space-hogger, and even in a big bed, a really big, luxurious Stearns & Foster, three would be a crowd.
Although the teen-human points out that there is only one PERSON in her bed, and therefore room for a dog.
And about the sofas. The Man-Dad points out that those two leather sofas have been a comfortable snuggling zone for three black labradors and a citified coonhound, so why not a giant, well-groomed, family-loving, showgirl?
So we have a compromise: Madison will be allowed on the sofas, but not the bed.
And Madison adds a P.S.
THESE ARE THE BEST. OMG. IF YOU COULD SEE ME GO CRAZY FOR THESE, YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT. THESE ARE SO DELECTABLE. THEY ARE SHRIMP! I LOVE THEM!
And H-Mom adds a P.S.S.
Man. These stink to high-heaven. Worse than gym socks. Worse than work boots. If you are eating these, you are definately NOT getting on the bed.