Stop Following Me!

Well, I used to think I was the favorite because I'm the only dog allowed on the good couches. I don't know why but it might have something to do with Jorgie and Jackie taking up all the room when they sleep on the couch while I'm very careful to curl up in an unused corner so I don't disturb Aunt Jamie. She said it's because she couldn't bear to disappoint me when I'm looking at her with my big puppy dog eyes. I get away with a lot because of the eyes. Anyway, we used to have a pretty good arrangement with Jamie and I sitting on the couch, Jorgie on the rug and Jackie in the other room where she could sleep on the carpet. Now all of a sudden Michael has learned how to climb. And his favorite place to be is whichever couch I'm on. And my least favorite place to be is whichever couch he is on. So you can imagine the musical chairs that goes on in the evenings. I can tell Jamie is trying to help--telling Michael to "be nice to Pepper" but his idea of nice and my idea of nice are two totally different ball games. He thinks it's nice to pet me, but I have a strict age limit on who is allowed to pet me. Basically, anybody younger than my kids (Joshua and Jonathan are the youngest--they're 6) is too young to pet me. An ear might get pulled or a leg might get leaned on or a nose might get bit. So my idea of nice is "Stay on the Other Couch!!!" Anyway, he always wins. I move back and forth about 5 times but after he follows me that many times I give up and lay on the floor with Jorgie. She doesn't try to pet me.