Taking liberties

Follow up to the Evolution sofa takeover blip....this is the morning routine...

A soft, pathetic woof drifts up from downstairs around 6 or 7am, i engage zombie autopilot mode opening the bedroom door before trying to rush at 100mph to get back under a decent bit of duvet as Max has by then already zoomed upstairs, past me and jumped onto primo position on the bed.

A few minutes after Max has broken our defences and secured the frontline, Beth takes the slow and steady approach, a few head shakes and ear flaps and stretches and she ambles upstairs and into the bedroom and with a stealthy manoeuvre onto the bed completes the takeover and my postage stamp size duvet allocation. Unless of course she's bagged Tess' bed for the night and scrapes the door to be let out and through...then it's tatties for me as my return triggers Max going into his back wrestle and leg stretch mode and ultimately the foolish, gullible she-human loses the epic battle for the bed.

Meanwhile the he-human sleeps throughout all the key battle highlights, retaining his territory in the process, multitasking by sleeping and giving Max obligatory tummy tickes.

Never underestimate the power of dogs.