There I was...sitting on my chair in the living room eating dinner off the TV tray.
I sense a presence to my left.
Look over...sole is just sitting there staring at me.
What's up sole?
You look like you need something.
He clearly needs something. He's frowning. He's shuffling.
He's eaten dinner. He has water. The back door is open.
The other dogs aren't on their dog beds. No one has a treat that he doesn't have.
What's up? What do you need?
He looks at me...looks at the chair I'm sitting in. Looks at me. Looks at the chair...
I look behind me and realize the blanket I lay out on the chair...the one that is only for the dogs...the one that signals they're allowed on the chair...the one that hasn't been on the chair for a few weeks, but was on earlier tonight before I ate dinner...is visibly folded up on the back of the chair.
I'm in his special.
Ooooooh.....