I've lived in my new home long enough now to know the rules. I'm not allowed in the kitchen unless I'm running through it to get to the deck. I'm not allowed on the bed unless the people are up there. I'm allowed on the downstairs couch but not on the upstairs couch. I have to pee outside. You know, stuff like that. The people know I know these rules and they are happy with me.

But I learned something.

The other day, Raynah was over with Angela while we were going for my walk. While at the house, Raynah saw the black upstairs couch and jumped up on it, and laid down! The best part is, she didn't even get yelled at because my people weren't home. I learned something that day. Without people, rules aren't as important. That's why the next day, after spending the first half of the day on my circle, I went over to the loveseat by the window and slept there the rest of the day. The people had no idea because they couldn't see me on the camera from work. They hadn't seen me for so long, they even had a neighbor come over to check and make sure I was all right. They thought I was just on the wood floor. Psh! I don't sleep on hard things.

When they got home that night, though, somehow they knew... They gave me this long talk about how I was clever, but not that clever and that if I were really smart I wouldn't have left an impression of my head on the armrest, or I would have cleaned up the ridiculous amount of white hair I left on the black leather and, oh yeah, I shouldn't have left that big puddle of slobber where I was laying my head. I guess that kind of gave me away.

So, they're back to work today, and this time they put my big bin of toys on the loveseat so I can't jump up there. They also put a metal folding chair on the long couch, but now who's the idiot? I found a little corner of the couch that I can still lay on, and you guys are all the way downtown. Chew on that, suckas!

(I'm on the right side of the picture... On the couch!)