Pssst.  It’s me Asa.  I’m under the couch.  Ok, I admit it I’m stuck under here.  Not sure how it happened.  I fit under here with no problem last week.  The reason why I’m whispering is because I don’t want Mom to take a picture of me in this stupid situation.  You see I was warned by Chuck Billy that getting stuck under furniture was a puppy rite of passage in our family.  It started with Lemmy who got stuck under a rocking chair.  I know, I know, getting stuck under a rocking chair does sound even more ridiculous.  But he was always my parents’ special boy.  When Chuck Billy got stuck behind the chair in the living room, he decided to keep it cool and stay there for a very long time hoping to not draw Mom’s attention.  He almost succeeded, if it weren’t for Lemmy’s laughter.  Now it’s my turn.  I think my best course of action is to use my Dire Wolf strength and flip the couch over, then blame Chuck Billy for the chaos.  He’s always getting blamed for my mischief.  Yes, I think that is what I’ll do!  Oh no!  Mom saw the couch moving and just came running with her camera!