Depression setting in

What is going on? I am confused.

Remember my post where we established sofas are for dogs and floors are for people?

Well, mistress climbed on my sofa the other afternoon - and went to sleep on it. All of it. There was no space for Pippadog.

I was consigned to the floor.



Then a bit later on, master did the same.



But then I got it back.



Although not for long.



So whose sofa is it? Isn't it mine any more?

And it is sooo comfy.



Poor Pippa.