When Lucy was just a couple of months old, I thought it was cute watching her trying to get up on the furniture. I'd lay cushions on the floor to make stairs for her to climb her way up on the sofa. Soon no stairs were needed and Lucy made her home on the sofa. A sofa I built and upholstered but could never decide on what kind of back cushions I wanted so I just used the bottom cushions (aka stairs) from a previous sofa. Needless to say I never got the new cushions made and after a few years of Lucy and Sable the sofa was curb side.
Lucy didn't chew on furniture as a pup. She did love my shoes, socks, and tearing paper of all kind. Soon after I installed the pet door, I would find a shoe or a sock or maybe a vacuum attachment out in the yard. I miss you Lucy.
No, not really. It's just that Joe has taken up permanent residence in Dad's chair since Dad is in rehab now. I took Joe with me to see my Dad one day but I'm not sure Dad appreciated it with his state of dementia. Joe had a good time though.
Thanks for all your kind emails regarding my Dad's health.