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Bella thinks she’s a cat.

Our dog is pretty awesome. The other day I was in the kitchen getting ready for work. I walked in to the living room, because I tend to move nonstop from the time I get up until I leave for the day. Restless, every day. Make what you will of that. So anyway, I wander in to the room, and what do I see? This:

Keep in mind, she is a 50+ pound beagle/hound mix, not a lap dog (despite what she thinks). Now this isn't a completely new sight, as when Kelly and I are on the couch, Bella will sometimes get out of control excited and crawl her way up to the back.  But this is the first I had seen her do it just for the hell of it, because it's comfy. So I laugh way too much, grab the camera, shoo her off the wrong spot of the chaise lounge and go about my business. A few minutes later I return to the living room. Maybe you can guess where this is going? You guess it, it's going here:

I laugh again, harder, take more pictures, and shoo her down again. And over the past couple days she continues to do this periodically. Yet she won't sleep on the ottoman in the bedroom, because it doesnt have as much room as our bed. Go figure.