My house is scarred. Sounds dramatic, but I don’t know how else to describe it.
This really wouldn’t be so bad if these scars weren’t right in the middle of our living space.
No, this one’s not reno-related. This is puppy related. This is the remains of our old couch in all its torn apart glory. Before the dogs moved on to the arms, I tried to salvage another year or so out of it by picking up some nice big cushions for the back, and it kind of worked:
But, inevitably, by the end of the day, the big pillows would be smooshed down into the cavity of the couch or thrown on the ground, and my living room would be back to looking scarred and messy.
We’re renting a dumpster for a variety of renovation related detritus and I am actually excited to say that this couch will finally be going with it. We’ll be back down to one couch in our living room, but fall is coming and with it, cooler temperatures. We won’t mind snuggling close while watching TV, right?
The dogs have made me nervous about buying another couch though. I keep reminding myself that Kingsley has only just hit a year – his best years are yet to come! The chewing has already slowed down significantly and one day, we will be able to trust both of them with a beautiful, brand new couch.
I’m just not sure when that will be.