You are probably wondering what I'm doing all curled up on this chair cushion... Well my porch chair is outside rain-or-shine, and with all the rain lately, the seat cushion got wet. I wanted to go out and sit on my chair - you know - to wait for 'my' Jim.
My mom took the wet cushion off the chair and put it up against the house to dry. She replaced it with a nice dry one - the one with the blue-and-green-stripes. I am a hound - hounds are stubborn - I wanted my white cushion. So I knocked over the chair to knock out the cushion - hint, hint mom - I don't want that nice dry one... I want the soggy, wet one. And I dragged my wet cushion to where my chair usually sits on the porch and I laid my whole body on it in protest. That'll teach her to mess with my seat cushion!
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