We're getting to be old softies

We have a firm, no basset on the furniture policy that we wavered last weekend. He got points for being so sly about it. He propped up on the ottoman, then leaned on to it. Then slowly crept a back paw, then before I looked down, he was perched. I was so smittened, we didn't repremand.

We're going to be terrible parents one day.