Carson's favorite way to greet people he loves is by bringing them a pillow. It's been very hard to break him of this habit, because it's cute and people say things like "Oh, Carson, did you bring me a pillow? You're such a good puppy!" Instead of saying things like "No! Put that down now!"
For this reason, I have, for the past six years, lived in a mostly pillow-free zone.
The alternative to the pillow-free zone was a heavily pillowed zone, which is what I tried to create over the weekend. Carson is the happy recipient of 10 pillows, five in a basket downstairs and five upstairs. I'm hopeful that if there is a convenient supply of dog-friendly pillows, he will leave ours alone.
He was very excited when I gave him the first pillow. When he's very excited, his nose wrinkles up and he grins and his whole body wags. He was pretty excited about the second pillow, too. By the time pillow No. 10 rolled out from the sewing machine, he merely lifted his head from his favorite pillow and weakly wagged his tail.
Better on his pillows than on mine. If I see that little crazy quilt pillow anywhere near his mouth, I'm going to ask for a refund from the Brittany rescue people. Or, more likely, return the house to a pillow-free zone.