Silly, silly Grant!

My grandmother lived with us for a time, and REALLY thought dogs did not belong on the furniture - not beds, chairs or the couch. Before this, Sheba (my first dog, best, smartest dog in the whole wide world) was allowed on the couch whenever she wanted. But after Grandma yelled once, she never ever saw Sheba on the couch again. Sure, there might be a warm, dog-shaped spot with suspicious black-and-tan hairs in it on the couch. But Sheba was curled up innocently on the floor (often feigning being asleep) whenever Grandma entered the room!