The Couch Of Discontent

It happened. Fabes officially met a couch she did NOT LIKE.

She sat. She judged. And she found the tiny couch in our BnB lacking in the comforts she requires. 

The dog-beast, the husband-beast and I took a last minute trip to the coast to spend time with family. We snagged a BnB in an incredible location -- a block from the beach, two from one of our favorite restaurants, and a short jump to family. 

There was only one drawback: it was very, VERY small. 

Definitely too small for two large humans and their giant, opinionated dog. She walked it, surveyed her temporary domain (aka took a quick glance) and huffed in disapproval. 

Then she got on the couch.

Well. Let me tell you. I have never in my life seen a dog reject a couch in favor of the floor -- especially a great dane. But Fable was NOT impressed by that couch. As she's forced her way onto small pieces of furniture, and stayed on them much longer, I must conclude it's a factor of padding and not size. 

She sat on that couch out of pure spite and cried the saddest, softest doggy cries you've ever heard...until we took pity on her (yes, we're suckers) and let her on the bed. 

Then she was comfy, and asleep, and we were not. But alls well that ends with a happy dog, right?