My silly boy is playing us with the broken leg! He knows he is not allowed on the sofa. This am he was up at 5:30 and was pretty frisky, its been hard to keep him quiet. So I put him in the living room with a chew after giving him breakfast. Usually he lays in front of the patio doors and watches me turn the horses out. When I came back in, my hubby wanted to know what I had done to keep Cruiser quiet. When we walked into the living room the turd was lying on the couch on his back, feet in the air, head on the arm of the couch watching TV. When he realized he was busted, he whined, turned over and touched a front paw to the floor like he was going to slide down to the floor, instead he whined, touched his stitches with his nose and curled back up on the couch. He closed his eyes like he was going to sleep.