Out of all of the places that professor loved to sit and snuggle the bed was probably his favorite, it was the warmest and had the most blankets for optimal comfort and snuggle. The couch, however, is probably where he spent the most time, as he sat there for most of the day. Snuggling with me while I watched Netflix, waiting for me to come back when I went to go make dinner or go to the bathroom, etc. He never really sat in the same spot though; instead he had a few different places that he would curl up depending on his mood or their benefit to him.
He had two spots that were more temporary spots for him to sit before settling into one of his favorites. The first, was perched on top of one of our through pillows, specifically a longer black and white pillow from Ikea that was the optimal size for his body. He’d sit there semi nervously as he waited to see if I would be coming back soon when I was up cooking, cleaning, or crafting up a storm. He’d eventually settle in somewhere else realizing I was busy but not leaving him, or when I would finally come and sit down with him. His second temporary spot was standing a the edge of the couch closest to the door. He eventually got so tired of Moose jumping on him when he got up to go pee that he would just ask to go out from there. It was by far safer and way more convenient as he didn’t even have to use any energy to jump down. From there I would scoop him up and let him out before returning him back to the couch.
His initial favorite spot, back when he lived at home and my parents still owned the futon, and at Aaron’s house, was underneath of or behind the couch. This became impossible towards the end as we and my parents both traded in our old couches/futons for ones that were lower to the ground and he could no longer fit under and because the ground was not a safe places when Moose was in the house. He loved this spot though especially in the summertime, because it was the coolest place in the house. He’d squeeze his little body down there on the hottest days when he did not want to snuggle. It was the safest really too because when he was out of sight, his cuteness couldn’t tempt us to pull him back in to our heat emitting bodies-snuggling was not his favorite when it was warm outside.
His very favorite couch spot in any house was the top of the couch, up on the cushions. It was the best vantage point of a room so that he could see where his humans were or any other dogs so that he could avoid them at all cost. In our Rosewood house he loved this spot in the summer time the most. He could sit up there, away from my body heat, and look out the window at his outdoor kingdom. He’d curl up up there behind where I was sitting and rest his little head on my shoulder to sleep, or if I was eating, to gaze directly at each bite I took as it entered my mouth. When we would go visit my parents he would always sit on the top if I wasn’t in the room with him to snuggle. I would always be waiting there when we got back, already starting his happy to see you stretch/dance with his butt up in the air, tail wagging, tongue licking, and his paws slowly climbing towards you.
If I was sitting on the floor, as I often do, working away at something or eating pulled up to the coffee table the lower cushions of the couch became his new top of the couch position as that was much to far away from me. He’d curl up there and watch me do whatever I was doing. Every once in awhile he’d let out his little grunts and snores and I would turn around to give him kisses and pets.
The top of the couch also wasn’t great in the wintertime though at our Rosewood house. The large window behind it let in a lot of the cold air, so instead he would curl up deep in the blankets beside me. His favorite was when I would lay in my side and create a little cave for him behind my knees- It was by far the warmest spot tucked back there under the blankets only popping out his head at the sound of his food hitting the bowl, someone knocking at the door, or when I would move.
It was that grey couch in our Rosewood house where we would cuddle for most of his last 24 hours-us barely getting up at all, just sitting there Professor in my arms and me covering him in my tears and snot. Our whole couch now smells like Professor at least for a little bit longer, which some might find to be a little bit gross because truthfully he did kind of smell, but I find to be sweet and comforting-I never really noticed his stench. I like to remember my little pup curled up in all of his favorite spots on that couch, sleeping or keeping an eye on where I was. I still hear his little grunts from time to time and imagine him sitting next to me.