I knew that this day would come

Normally when I return to the lair, there is always a happy dog staring out the window, waiting to greet me. This time, as I pulled into the driveway, I did not see one.

I entered the lair and walked up the stairs to my main room. There should have been a dog on the other side of the door. There was not.

I looked around and saw no dog.

I walked through my library and glanced into my bedroom. And there was Lagniappe, lying snug as you please on my bed, looking at me as if to say "Oh, hi. You're home, eh?"
The bastard was even laying on my pillows. At least he was until I cussed him out and he jumped down and ran scurrying for cover.

For those of you who don't know the score here, Lagniappe isn't allowed on the furniture. I have in the past made an exception and allowed him on the bed because when I worked nights, the only way that I could keep him from scampering around all day and keeping me awake when I was trying to sleep was to bring him up on the bed with me so he'd sleep too. And he's always slept down in the lower corner of the bed and until today, never dared jump up on the bed without permission. Until today, when I'd go to bed he'd stand next to the bed and wait for me to invite him up. If I did not do so in a timely manner, he might grumble or whine or pace the room a bit, but he never got on the bed without an express invite. And I've never found any indications that he's been up there before--easy to tell because a 95lb. dog leaves an impression.

Now he's broken new ground and trespassed. I yelled at him good and he seems quite contrie but my pillows still smell like dog.