He wasn't supposed to be on the sofa, even if it was old and its slipcover had seen better days.
His paws plastered in dirt, and who knows what else when he played in Cooper's large backyard.
But our girl insisted, and whenever he could, our puppy-like one year old dog, Bailey, jumped up on the sofa. Finally, I gave in, and said okay, if he rested on an old blue blanket over half of the sofa.
My (allergic-to-dog) friends would sit on the other half of the sofa.
When our girl was in bed, ... [More]