Step into my accidental Sulk Salon

Welcome to the Sulk Salon, where the Greatest Dane invites you to sigh dramatically...

Had the Hubs and I intended to create a luxurious sulking space for Fable? Not in the least. 

I'd had grand visions of a comfortable and moody book room -- or even, dare I say it, a LIBRARY.

We painted it this delicious deep blue (no fear of color in this home) and installed an entire wall of shelves, all of which would be devoted to books and our favorite nerdy wares. I got the rug of my dreams (a thick, midnight blue affair that is the comfiest of comfy things). And it was all coming together.

Finally, after a lifetime of lusting for a library, I would have one. 

Then we moved the old couch into it (it had always been a bit too big for our rather tiny living room). 

And Fable claimed the room as her own. 

Why wouldn't she? It has HER couch, after all. 

Now when she tires of sharing the (much smaller and clearly inferior) loveseat in the main room or she dislikes whatever show we're watching, she'll ooze slowly off her perch. Her tail will be extended, and each of her back feet will be pointed like a ballerinas as she slowly slides into a standing position. There will be a meaningful glance over her furry shoulder and possibly a parting fart in my general direction, then she's strolling away from us. 

In other words, she's taking her state into the other room. 

Since our great rearrange, all her toys have migrated there. Somehow, her favorite pillows have, too. And some blankets, a good chew bone... Well, you get the idea. 

While in there, she stretches out until she fills a 3 seater couch and chaise -- or burrows beneath her stolen pillows. No matter the pose, she will always heaves long suffering sighs and occasionally yells at the coyotes.

Because this isn't just a place to nap. Oh, no. This is where she goes when she is OVER her humans for the night. Perhaps we're not paying enough attention to her -- or paying far too much. Perhaps she's simply exhausted by a day of napping and playing with her friend at the park. Or perhaps I really should have let her eat that squirrel. 

Either way, the pause in the doorway and audible huff confirm: she knows what we did, and she's going to sulk about it. 

(Fable says we are a lot of work.)

So the once named "Book Bodouir" has become the "Sulk Salon." 

Fable invites you to join her whenever you need a good sulk (and she thinks a sulk can be whenever you like). Inside the Sulk Salon you can snuggle a stuffed sheep (not hers, obviously, he's busy), bite a pillow, or simply yell incoherently at some coyotes for a bit...

You know? As I write this, she might have a point. I think I'm going to snuggle her and Sheepy, and maybe shout a little at the coyotes. 

Luv, 
Dee