Today, we sat around eating chili and cherry pie. Then, we took a nap. The absence of clutter has been wonderful. Tomorrow, I will try to find a place to work on a Sylvia block and maybe clean some scuffs off the walls and scrub some window sills. Dog noses, you know.
Pearl is about to drive us out of our gourds.
Evelyn's beloved love seat was moved from our sitting room (she typically slept on it) to the den. This has become a source of distress.
The love seat is a remnant of the days when Jezebel was a puppy. I'd started a new job and came home to find the living room strewn with sofa stuffing and a puppy looking horrified. I restuffed it and pinned a towel over the hole. It has been a dog sofa, ever since. It won't make the trip to Oklahoma.
In the following picture, you can see the layout in our room.
To the left, is the sitting room. To the right, is the bathroom. The love seat is in the sitting room and you can see it in the picture. Normally, Evelyn crashes on the love seat while we read in bed and after a few minutes, climbs down and goes to the bathroom where she flops down on the bathroom tile. Last night, she went in and out and in and out of the sitting room trying to recapture her usual go-to-bed routine. She got so frustrated that her love seat wasn't there that she finally gave up and climbed into bed with us. She looked positively disgusted.
The love seat is very cushiony and Pearl is having a hard time walking on it. It is like a moon walk.
We moved the love seat to the den so we'd have something to sit on. Husband is also having a hard time getting out of it, which is just sad. I hope that is not our future.
Penny, Evelyn and Pearl