I went to a furniture store this weekend, and leisurely walked around. Running my hands over a rich chocolate brown sofa, dreaming about falling into the over-sized stuffed chair that came along with it. Trying to decide which Jane Austen book I would read, and what tea I would prepare. Lost in a moment in time. Then reality hit me of what it's REALLY like at my home. Floyd on the left, Trixie on the right...couch dogs. Yeah I should have trained them when they were little not to get up, but they are going on 8 years old now. Floyd's main focus in life is to sleep about 22 1/2 hours of each given day. Trixie about 21 hours. Their thrill each day is when then pretend they are sleeping and then spring up to terrorize our postman each day. I still refer to them as "the puppies" which causes people to look up at me sideways. I love them dearly, and come to my senses that a new couch will have to wait. After all, they just got this one broken it the way they like it!