Well, it only took him 8 days, but Chewy finally got up the gumption to join Nona on the couch. You know what’s funny? She didn’t challenge him at all. In fact, she didn’t even raise her head to acknowledge his accomplishment. That’s okay Chewy. I noticed and I applaud the way you stepped up to overcome your fears. Any canine mother would be proud.
Too bad he’ll only have 24 hours to enjoy his new elevated status because I can guarantee you that the Irishman will not concur with the new “dogs are allowed on the couch as long as they’re on the designated towel” rule that I developed over the last two weeks.