Walking On the Table

On rare occasions, I persuade Paula or Daniel to pick me up in the lap when they sit at our large table in the kitchen. I like this, but I like it better when I use this as a stepping stone to get upon the table. There are all kinds of interesting things on the table, like plants, books, papers, and the odd piece of candy. Unfortunately, neither Daniel nor Paula likes it when I walk around on the table. It does not matter how careful I am, they still lift me off the table almost as soon as I get there. This is a part of my home as well, but I am not allowed to explore it. Life is a bit hard for dogs sometimes.