Friday, March 18, 2016

Move your feet, lose your seat

Respect my space and the cushion I occupy. Do not touch the remote. I don't want to talk about it.
What's that? Who's there? I haven't sniffed those legs in almost eight weeks! Of course I will share his space and relinquish the remote. My boy is home!
Apparently the greeting was exhausting!


  1. My dogs rule the roost here too Foz! As it should be!

  2. Foz is the king of the castle. Even when the prince comes home

  3. My sister, brother and I all used to fight over the same chair in the family room. "My chair" became the nightly argument. I used to say something to the effect of "I don't see your name on it..." and then my 7 year old sister wrote her name on it. In pen.

  4. Hehehehe. Foz, you make the couch look sooooo welcoming.