I’ve been dog sitting for my parents lately and I feel bad for their old lab. She is so snuggle deprived that she wedged herself precariously between my girlfriend and me on my loveseat and just stayed with her head buried in the cushions and back legs on the floor for thirty minutes.

My parents love their dogs, but they don’t let them on the furniture and they are too old to get down on the floor and snuggle with them.

We just spent way too much on a new couch and we had three requirements:

1. It had to fit our space.
2. It had to be easily cleanable.
3. Tennis balls could not fit under it.

Those last two were specifically because our dogs belong on the couch with us. They are partners in our life’s journey.

(Warning: gets dark from here)

If you’ve ever had to hold your dog as it was dying and have any ounce of humanity, every dog you meet from then on will be treated like the precious gift they are. There will be no doubt when my dogs pass that they were loved and had the best life I could give them. Dirty couch be damned.

Excuse me, I have to go aggressively snuggle my doodle.

Dog: “Clair, did you pick up those biscuits I like?”