Sofa Dog

I've not mentioned my dog before. It's a French Bulldog and it sits on the sofa across the room, staring balefully at me while I watch TV. 

Sometimes I think it's pleading to be fed but I ignore it. Sometimes I think it's asking to be taken for a walk. I resist that just as much as the pleas for food. That would be daft, wouldn't it, walking through the woods in my boots and raincoat, with a bloomin' cushion!