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Here you see the one furniture in our home that is actually off-limits for Ami. I want to keep the leather shiny and her nails are very contra productive in this regard. All the other furniture in the home is “owned” by her. She has a regular dog bed, which she loves. She got a bench covered in faux fur (for maximum softness) by the window, so she can stare down people on the street and the bed . . . let’s just say, I can be grateful that she shares it with me. The finds the kitchen chairs not comfy enough, so they are all mine and then there is my gaming chair. She would love to sit on it, but this stupid thing keeps rolling around and that creeps her out (uuuh it’s alive, it’s running away). Sooo why is she hanging out on that chair when it is off-limits for her? Well, I caved in and let her try it. Funny enough, she doesn’t find it very comfy. Maybe it’s because she knows that she isn’t supposed to sit on there or it really isn’t that comfy for dogs. After that one time she didn’t hop on there again. Alone she will not sit on it, not even when I’m not around. But that does not mean she will not sit in it together with me. Pictures will follow.


That didn’t last long. Last week I deleted my Instagram account. Let’s face it, we are just not Insta compatible. Ami isn’t a Chihuahua, she does not like to wear any cloth, glasses, hats, shoes or coats, let alone costumes. We do not go to fancy places and I’m not into all that beauty stuff. I see no value in fake hair, fake lashes, balloon lips, fake finger nails and fake double D’s. It just doesn’t make sense to me, because to me it feels like a lie. I like to be original. But beside of that, I think it’s most about that there is more stuff that I really do not want to see than things I would like to see, let alone all that AI garbage. Instagram just doesn’t make me happy and the one rule I always follow is: “If it doesn’t make you happy, it has to go.”