bernie the beagle is a rather particular creature. except in the case of food, with which she is a rather un-particular creature. an "if it smells like food -- oh wait, she already ate it" kind of situation there. but epicuriousities aside (that is not a word, i am making it one, this sentence is a comma splice, oh well), she's an animal with highly developed tastes. don't touch her armpits. for instance. she prefers to sleep beneath the covers until exactly 5 am, and then it's on top. you will quickly learn with bernie that napping on the couch is not leisure, but art -- always this corner, never that one. (but it's best if you can circumnavigate the corner issue entirely and hop to the top and perch like a cat.) cold weather is miserly, unless it's snow. snow is the very best weather of all.
so when we brought home a set of vintage velvet chairs, we knew bernie would be the first to test them. she hopped up, and immediately moved into an intricate dance of different positions. the butt-on-back-with-ear-flopped-on-armrest seems to be her superlative choice. we've a well-cooked theory in these parts: bernie likes to be near the action, you see, but not really the center of it. she can watch the whole room from that height…and yet, nobody can ransack her seat. because oh, bernie does love to snuggle. but with our ever circumstantial beagle...it's really a 9 p.m. to 9 a.m. kind of thing.