Since our old leather couch got a tear in the leather, some smelly people brought us all new furniture to our house on Friday morning. At first I was excited, because there were new people in the house to play with. Then, I was sad because they were taking the couches and chairs I liked to sleep on while the people are gone. Then, I was excited because they brought brand new couches and chairs!

This weekend, the people kept telling me about how I wasn't allowed on this leather, because it was "nicer than the other couch." I kept asking to try it out and they kept telling me to go to jail. Ugh. Finally, in a rush to get to Capital Grillle on Saturday night because they were starving, they forgot to put stuff on the couch, and I made it my own. I must say, they were right. The leather is so much softer and smoother than the old couch was. I really enjoyed it. Of course, they could tell exactly where I had been when they got home because it was all warm and hair. I got like a 5 minute lecture as soon as they got home and, of course, they threw in the fact that I don't really add anything to society, and that I don't have a right to anything, much less nice furniture. They kept telling me to get a job.

I don't have thumbs, people! I don't have thumbs.