Sadie had visited the mobile home with me several times before we moved, but she had no idea we'd ever be staying here. She's confused, to say the least.
At the old house, dogs and kids constantly trek through the yard or up and down the road near the living room window, and Sadie loved to stand on her hind feet, look out the window, and bark at them. At this house, the windows are much nearer the floor, so she can stand on all fours and look out easily; but there are few dogs to bark at. This has taken away some of the most exciting moments of her day (I personally don't miss the traffic across the yard at all, and I surely don't miss Buddy peeing on all four corners of my house).
Sadie has never been allowed on furniture. She sheds almost as badly as a cat, and we don't want hair on our clothes. She's always been fine with this rule. The one exception has been that when she and I spend a night back at the cabin, she gets to sleep on my bunk with me.
Imagine Cliff's surprise, then, when he stepped in the front door Saturday and found Sadie on the couch, looking at him as though all were well. He yelled at her, but she simply thought he was trying to get her to bark at dogs outside (it's a game we play with her). Later on, I caught her on the couch again; and she found out we weren't playing games.
Monday, once more, Cliff walked in to find her on the couch and took after her with the broom.
Now I'm wondering if she's been on the couch before; at the old house, we only used the back door, which leads into a hall going to the kitchen. Sadie would have heard us and come to meet us before we ever suspected she had been on the couch.
My daughter thinks that Sadie just considers this another cabin, figuring it's OK to sleep on furniture here.
This morning I went from the computer room to the living room and there she was on the couch AGAIN! This time, though, she instantly jumped down and acted guilty.
So at least now she understands that she isn't supposed to be there. I guess that's progress.