Speck was about 8 weeks old when we got him and we lived in Kentucky. In the basement, we had a big, fluffy sofa that was the best for taking naps. Speck learned very early that if he would climb up on the back of the sofa, when I was quilting, I’d stop and pet him and he could better watch me. A couple of times, he would get excited and jump right off there and we worked and worked and got him to stop sitting or sleeping up there.
In Missouri, he was able to sleep on the sofa and because the family room had so many windows, he could see in three directions without getting on the back of the sofa so I only remember him doing it a couple of times, though I do remember that one weekend when Chad and Nicole came in, Speck was so happy to see them that he jumped up on the back of the sofa and went over — a shorter route to get to them. That’s a terrible thing for a dachshund to do.
Here he is . . doing it again here. We have wood floors and if he goes over, it’s going to be a hard landing. Every time I see him back there, I pick him up, put him down and scold him but so far . . he’s not getting my message. Hard headed little dog!