Pillow Talk

Over the last few months Chloe has come to understand the luxury of a good pillow, and every night after dinner, she procures her favorite silk throw and stretches out over two-thirds of the couch. Dan and I are left to snuggle up in what space remains, and it's not that we mind the closeness, it's just a matter of principle really, as after a hard day's work, we're left to find comfort around what works best for the dog.

Last night I was propped up on what has become Chloe's pillow. (See below the photos we've snapped in recent weeks of her pillow ownership progression. Redic.)  Chloe jumped on the couch, gave me the stink eye and wouldn't stop looking at me.  

"You have her pillow," Dan pointed out to me. 


"Give her another one," I said. 


"She wants hers," Dan argued, "You're breaking her heart."


I don't have to tell you what happened next. You know, of course, that Chloe's hounding prevailed.