Stalker dog

Matt and I have a loft over our bedroom. I call it my library, but it's slowly becoming Barley's bedroom. Barley won't sleep on dog beds, but he loves to migrate from couch to couch throughout our house. The faux-leather one up in our library loft has become his favorite.

This wouldn't be a problem if he didn't always get off the couch and peer down at us from above:

I wonder what goes through his head when he's up there...

"Do they know that I can see them? Will they see me eat this chair?"

"How far can I fly if I get a running start?"

"I'll wait until they fall asleep. Then, I'll attack."