I've got a busy day ahead of me.

Let's see... first on my to-do list?

Ah, yes. Naptime.

Zzzzzzzzz...

Miss C. wanted to play hide-and-seek.

She'll never find me here.

I don't get it.

A couch is soft and comfy. Apart from the bed (don't even get me started on that one), it's quite possibly the most comfortable place to sit in a home. But if you're a dog, you're likely to be treated like a criminal if you're caught sitting on it.

You'd think people would want their dogs to be comfortable. Instead, most of us are relegated to lumpy dog beds. Why should a dog have to sleep on the floor when there's a perfectly good couch nearby?

Thank goodness I live with Master W. He treats me the way a dog should be treated: like a best friend.

This is the life.

No work. Nobody pushing me around, telling me what to do. Just a nice, cushy spot to kick back and relax.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I just spent the morning lounging on the couch.

A bear could get used to this.

It's dark under here...

...and the dust bunnies look decidedly unfriendly. I sure hope Miss C. comes back soon.