Coup d'Etat

One day last week I was sleeping on my usual spot on the couch, when I had a most intriguing dream about a squirrel-spider hybrid. (I am glad those do not exist in nature, so far. They proved very hard to catch in the dream.) I woke up to find myself a few feet to the right, on a completely different cushion. Specifically, the middle cushion on the couch.
Imagine my surprise when I realized this cushion was more comfortable by leaps and bounds than my designated one! So I developed a plan to usurp the middle cushion. This week, I implemented my plan.

This is a flattering picture of neither of us. 

Despite urging from my parents to go back to my old cushion, I held my ground. Thus a coup d'etat of the couch--a "couch d'etat," if you will--was accomplished.

Very comfortable indeed.

In other news, it appears that the Republican primaries in New Hampshire are this evening. I will provide a visual representation of my feelings on this event:

Zzzzzzzzzz

I'm a canid, and even I can tell those guys are all a bunch of phonies. Except for maybe John Huntsman--and only because he has the word "hunt" in his name. That is a worthy activity. Still, I'm an Obama dog.