Our Little Girl is Growing Up

Chelsie has been losing her ever-loving mind all evening. I know part of her problem is the severe shortage of couch. We had a hideous mauve overstuffed couch with reclining seats and... Rob's side broke. Broken twisted irrepairable metal sort of broken (yes, as a matter of fact I do know how it got that way, too). So we've resorted to an office chair & a ubiquitous plastic green patio chair for our seating needs, which means Chelsie has no spot to hang out on.

Since dinner, though, she's just wanted to play play play play play play play. At one point, though, she began to maul Rob with little tiny doggy kisses, which seemed really sweet. Until we noticed what her lower half was up to. She was merrily humping the arm of Rob's chair. He looked down & said, with some alarm, "Are you...? Chelsie! Aaagh! Gerroffme!"

I, of course, was no help. I just sat & fucking laughed my ass off.