Poor Booker. The new couches have arrived and even without being told "no" he has sensed that he is not to jump up on these. He's always been a bit neurotic and uneasy about new things. He paced back and forth by the couch but has been unsettled all afternoon. Time will tell if the "no dogs on the couch" rule stays or goes by the wayside. But for the first time ever, he finally nestled onto the leopard print dog bed I got him quite a while back. Can't you just tell it in no way compares to the comfort of the couch for him? Poor baby.