My wife put a sheet over the cushion of our big recliner because the dogs have made it their own by staining it with all kinds of mess. They go out and potty and play in the lake and come back in and drop down in the chair to sleep. Well, Coal doesn’t like the sheet. He scratches at it as if he’s digging.
Tonight, a few minutes ago, Coal started his scratching. Chelle, my wife, hollers, “Stop tearing up my sheet!”
Coal proceeds to drag his ass across it.
My wife didn’t find it funny, but I can’t stop laughing.