July 5th...
When Derrick and I first had Cael we (Yes we, don't let him fool you into thinking I am the mean one) decided no more dogs on the couch. It was hairy for one thing, and not to mention we had two dogs, so us humans never had a place to sit. But mostly it was for the baby's safety. Jo is no ballerina and I didn't need her lunging herself onto the couch without checking first to see if he was there. The rule stayed in place for a really long time (until today actually.) Being alone with her on the July - kids asleep in their rooms, me lounging about, comfy as can be on the couch while she stares at me, shaking with fear from the booms outside - really melted my icy, icy heart. I let her up and I swear she was asleep before her legs were even folded underneath her. So I guess the cat (er, dog) is out of the bag on this one. Jo can be on the couch now, and she is the happiest dog ever!
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