Sometimes I think I have a couch. Then I look at all this and realize that it's not. I haven't had it for a long time.
I have 17 dogs. And they have a sofa.
All this happened somehow unnoticed. At some point, you just find yourself on the edge, in a pose far from anatomically correct, and try not to breathe so as not to disturb anyone. Because they have already settled down.
By the way, the photo shows a classic painting. The center of the sofa is densely occupied. Along the perimeter - additional fortification. One lies across, the second - along, the third uses the neighbor as a pillow. The logic of placement is not available to me, but, apparently, it is there.
Joy (the one who put her head on the sofa table) deserves special attention. This is a new level of dog comfort. Like: "the sofa is a sofa, but the neck must be fixed correctly".
And the most interesting thing is that if I try to gently move one of them, they look as if I invaded someone else's territory. With sincere bewilderment: "where are you going?" "And who are you?"
I don't argue anymore. It's pointless. I just adapted. I sat down on the side, squeezed my legs, found myself a small piece of space and I think I was still lucky.
Because, to be honest, it's not even a capture. This is a full-fledged occupation with the redistribution of resources.
And yes, formally the sofa is still mine.
But in fact - it is not 😄