Soon after I lost my husband I decided to buy new furniture. I opted for the microfiber, looks like leather, wears forever, and can hold a dog hair against a jet engine vacuum. Looked real good and is not foo-foo. It was very soon that I decided I would need to cover it because the dog spent the day on it and left a pile of hair behind. So I covered it. Then I realized that I now had to wash the cover, dry it , and replace it every time I cleaned house.
I bought doggie beds for them. That did no good. Scolding, water bottles, and bells were no use what so ever. I ordered 2 "scat mats" which are plastic runners with electric wires inside that shoots out a charge when the dog hops up there. The only one that seemed to get any sort of reaction was company who sat on it and me when I forgot and put my hand on it. You would have thought I would have remembered after the first 85 times. When I watched dear Elvira walk the full length of the couch, yipping all the way, I decided that was a waste of batteries.
My next approach was the big sheets of bubble wrap with the big bubbles. Decided on that when I stepped on it once and almost scared myself to death. That method worked for about a year and I realized I had become known by visitors as "Queen of the red necks." Frankly, I did not give a damn because the dogs were staying off the couches. Famous last words. Dear Daisy learned how to pull the bubble wrap off the couch and she could get white hair the complete length and breadth of the sofa. According to my calculation and the amount of vacuum cleaner bags being used, that damn dog should be as bald as a billiard ball!
Bad Daisy!
I tried piling boxes on it which worked for a while. When my patience was completely gone, I vacuumed one last time. Then I stood it up on the arm and there it sets. Either way, I can not set on it. I get quizzical looks when company comes, but I am not a stickler for strange looks. That happens fairly regular in my world!
So here we have the couch that I can not set on, but smug in knowing neither can the dogs. But as always in my world, I do not have the last word nor the last laugh.
This is dear Icarus, the calico cat that always has the last laugh! Do you recognize where her new bed is located?
As for me, I will be perched on a wooden stool at the kitchen counter. That is my place, until they change their minds and decide to share that space also!
You can not spinkle showers of happiness on other people without getting a few drops on yourself!
