Couch Playhouse

With the temperature dropping, I've been utilizing the two best feet-warmers in the house--not socks, not blankets, but doggers. Sam takes up half the couch when he's on it, so he's usually good to lay on my legs and keep my lower body warm, while Marcus usually stretches out across my stomach or under my chin and keeps my upper body warm. And we all three get to share a nap on the couch. It's win-win-win!

Of course, these two don't just immediately settle down for a nap when you bring them out to the couch. No, first they have to play and wrestle and make use of the couch's playhouse properties. Sam will take the high ground, and Marcus will bark at him and sprint around the living room, then leap up and attack. Sam will drag him down, and they'll wrestle on the floor a bit, and play chase around the living room chairs, and then back to the couch. Today they discovered that they could both play tug with my sweatshirt sleeves while I was still in them, which was not fun for me. But eventually they tuckered out, and almost as though there were an unspoken signal, they both passed out at once.

We had a nice nap. They boys are outside now, and I'm trying to figure out how to stop my face and hair from smelling like Marcus-breath, which it currently does. And since Marcus has a bit of a respiratory infection, that is not a pretty smell. My feet smell like Sam, but since Sam got sprayed with sugar cookie grooming scent at puppy class last night, that just means my feet smell like cookies. Hooray!