What am I, a dog or something??

A perk of having a toddler in the house... Toddler sized furniture which fits a thirty (ish) pound dog body juuuuust right. 

For some reason, my Dad doesn't understand that this is Rhett's new chair now, not the kids. I've tried to explain it by cleaning my bum on it, wiping my muddy paws on it, and knocking the small people off it it at All opportunities... But still he doesn't get it. Yesterday Rhett Bostrom was sound asleep, when suddenly I was lifted off my snoozy chair and deposited on the concrete outside!!!!

I was outraged. This is not a soft bed! Immediately I took my frustration out by soft jawing Elmo (and Maaaaybe not totally soft jawing when Elmo's leg fell off, oops...) Elmo is one of the toddlers favorite toys that's been missing.... well, haha missing for the toddler that is, but really was stashed outside under the fence to fester in the rain a last week... No one could find him anywhere!!! Rhett Bostrom = Brilliant. A perfect chew toy for afternoons like these. Then because Rhett Bostrom is a people Pleaser, I tried. Really tried to get comfortable.

But, who can sleep on concrete??? Really rude to expect that, what am I, a dog or something ?? So, Rhett Bostrom played a little game of take me off the chair and put me outside, I'll come back in and get back on. Only a few rounds later, guess who won..

Whose the stubborn one now dad??? And we both settled in for a nice night of football in the playroom. Winner winner Rhett Bostrom dinner.