Oh, the trials and tribulations...
...of having a disgustingly cute dog.

I sleep on the couch of our vacation home. Not because there aren't enough beds, but because the couch is actually much more comfortable than the fucking beds.

Butters, for some strange reason, insists on squeezing with me on the couch even though there's another one less than a foot away, another readily accessible one in another room on the same floor, two beds and two other couches upstairs...you get the point. There is no shortage of places for him to sleep.

Last night he was especially obnoxious because he wanted to sleep by my legs, on top of the blanket. This meant my legs were either getting smushed into the back of the couch or hanging ov...

Oh, the trials and tribulations...
...of having a disgustingly cute dog.

I sleep on the couch of our vacation home. Not because there aren't enough beds, but because the couch is actually much more comfortable than the fucking beds.

Butters, for some strange reason, insists on squeezing with me on the couch even though there's another one less than a foot away, another readily accessible one in another room on the same floor, two beds and two other couches upstairs...you get the point. There is no shortage of places for him to sleep.

Last night he was especially obnoxious because he wanted to sleep by my legs, on top of the blanket. This meant my legs were either getting smushed into the back of the couch or hanging over the edge. A minor discomfort, but I'm the goddamn alpha bitch here and the alpha bitch does not adjust so the lowly minion can be comfortable.

As such, I tossed his little puppy ass onto the nearby couch and hopped back onto my own. Two seconds later, Butters was back on my couch and thrashing around kicking my legs with all four paws until I made enough room for him.

Oh, HELL no.

We repeated the above process several times last night until finally he decided he was going to resort to desperate measures in order to share my couch. He climbed up next to my face, head butted, squirmed, snorted, and squished, amidst my protests of, "No! NO, Butters, this is MY couch!" until this was the result:



...I hate him.