a fresh couch for Christmas
12/11/2004 04:22 a.m.
Spent the evening with my family.
Mom, Dad, Brothers, Sis-in-Law, Nannie, Nephew, Niece, and Adopted Brother.
Came home and my phone machine was flashing.
That never happens.
Hit the blue button.
Listened.
It was my former pastors wife, Sister Judy.
Calling to let me know that she has a good as new couch that needs a fresh home.
And it just so happens, I have a home that needs a fresh couch.
You see my couch has Jack Russellitius.
Make that Jack Russell Puppitius.
When I brought my little Squire home just 32 short months ago, I had this beautiful couch.
Matched my living room perfectly.
They (the couch and living room) had a good thing goin' on.
If ya know what I mean!
He was 6 weeks old. And weighed only 5 pounds.
Still my couch was no match.
Over the next 16 or so months...
He ate my couch.
Literally.
Both wooden arms. Middle cushion. Cover.
Gone.
And I couldn't punish him. He was only teething. Babies do that ya know. His teeth hurt him.
Expensive teether if you ask me.
So now, my little boy is all grown up.
The only thing he chews on is his chew toy.
Good boy.
So I can invite a fresh couch into my house without fear of it being eaten.
I am so happy.
Christmas came a little early this year.

I am currently Happy
I am listening to Squire chewing on his chew toy~ not the couch!