When Will and I got married, we had a double bed. While I wouldn't call us tiny, it was perfectly adequate for two medium-sized humans. It should have been adequate for two medium-sized humans and a 45-pound dog.
Except that we have a pit bull.
I make a point to educate people that pit bulls aren't killers. They don't have locking jaws, they don't suddenly turn on you, they don't think children are prey.
But they are bed hogs.
Eventually we had to buy a bigger bed because Will was sick of sleeping on the sofa.
Because, you see, our old place had so much space we had two sofas.
One for us.
One for Daisy J Dog.
Eventually we moved to a much smaller place. We had to had to leave a sofa behind.
ONE SOFA TO SEAT THEM ALL.
This wasn't very successful.
We lived this way for a year, watching TV in different rooms and yelling between them, or one of us in the dog pillow, one of us on the sofa with Daisy.
And then we suddenly realized that we were the adults and had opposable thumbs and could choose to save up for a brand new sofa if we wanted.
Welcome to the Detective Agency, new sofa! I look forward to a long life together because we just blew the furniture budget.