Next to my crate (I love my crate) there’s this red thing that I’ve been sleeping next to for months now. It looked so soft. I have a soft bed, but a guy’s got to have variety, you know? So the other day I just put myself on the red thing.
The people used that voice. (Any dog knows the “voice”.) “Hey! You! Denali! What are you doing on the couch?” I pretend not to notice. “Get off! Off!” I’m supposed to know that command, but I pretend I don’t.
So, here I am. Looking pretty fine, I think.
(Secretly — I know I’m not the first wonderful German Shepherd to sit here. I’ve got that nose to find out secret scents, remember? I can tell he was here before me, just like I can tell he was everywhere here before me. I think I want to be like him — I think the people want me to be that way, too.)