Once Upon a Time…

… we had rules.

Barley was never allowed on the furniture. Otis was never allowed on the furniture. The dogs we dogsit are never allowed on the furniture, and somehow Little Miss Z…. found her way on the furniture!

It all started out after her spay complications. My mom felt bad for poor sick doggy, so she let her up on the comfy, squishy, warm bed to sleep. What a treat! Well, that treat turned into a full blown privilege that Zabora takes advantage of daily, whether she is invited or not – and you just can’t help but let her get away with it!

Her other fosterparents have experienced the same trickery by silly little Zee. She has managed to make her way on to their previously no-dogs-allowed furniture as well. It’s what I like to call “the Zabora touch”. For some reason we all lose our rule enforcing capabilities. I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with the way she just looks so incredibly comfortable when she falls asleep somewhere she isn’t supposed to.

And once she is up there, you just can’t help but ask her to come up again so you can do things like this:

Zabora is the first dog I’ve ever met who is this snuggly, and I am absolutely head over heels in love with spending the day on the couch with her. Z was made for cuddling. Who wouldn’t want to have a permanent snuggle partner – especially one as soft, squishy, and lovey as Zabora!?

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