Picasso's favorite seat in the house is the back of the couch in front of the window. He's pretty much ruined that cushion. It's deflated and kind of stained from constantly having a dog sitting on it.
When we got the couch, I had tried to keep him off it, but it was a lost cause. Picasso does what he wants most of the time.
Since he's always sitting there, guarding the house, he brings his toys up there. And drops them behind the couch. Every time.
Then he cries and carries on until I get so sick of hearing him that I squeeze my arm all the way back there to get the toy out. My arm is about 1 inch too short to reach the carpet, so if the toy lands flat, I can't reach it. That is precisely what happened tonight. Even with a coat hanger, I can't get the toy out.
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| Notice the deflated dog perch cushion. |
I explained to him he was going to have to forget about the toy, and go to his toy basket and choose a new one. But he refused to understand. Stubborn.
He's positive staring down behind the couch and whimpering will bring it back. It's not coming back until James comes home and his longer arms can reach that toy. Sorry, Picasso. You do have other toys, you know.
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