Monday, September 29, 2008

No, You Were Not Framed


Somebody’s in trouble again.

Little by little, seven month old Luna enjoys more roaming privileges as she learns the rules of the house. She’s got an ample supply of chew toys. Sticking to chewing only on those toys is her ticket to freedom. I can identify each toy by the sounds made when she’s chomping on it.

The other day as I worked on a painting, I noticed things were a little too quiet.

We don’t exactly have a lot of priceless items. Our furnishings are one level above dorm room quality. I hope to have grown-up furniture someday - after puppy rearing, of course.

Until recently we had a big denim sofa in our family room. I had hoped it would fade and weather as nicely as a favorite pair of jeans. Instead, it turned the color of low tide and started ripping in random places. I tried to make it shabby chic by patching it with funky fabric swatches. It looked like some kind of weird 60’s tribute. Eventually, it was nothing but shabby. We finally replaced it with something grown-up – a big, soft sectional sofa the color of lichen. How I love that couch.

It’s obvious where this is going. It couldn’t have been the big grey chair that I had to cover with a blanket because it’s already torn. It couldn’t have been the blue striped chair that drives me crazy because the cushion won’t stay put. It couldn’t have been a ten dollar throw pillow. Of course not.

I found Luna gleefully tearing the piping off the corner of one of my beloved lichen-colored cushions (ignoring the cardinal rule of the house: NO eating on the couch). I tearfully stitched it up, but it’s scarred. As for Luna, she can only hope for time off for good behavior.

8 comments:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Gah! Why do they call it puppy love?

Rena said...

Oh my gosh -- I love this picture. I'll have to show it to my husband. He works for the Department of Corrections here in MT. Sounds like Luna is going to need a good puppy parole officer. Sorry to hear about your couch. I feel your pain.

Brenda said...

what a cute pic...I hope you let Luna see the day of light soon...

Rebecca Ramsey said...

Oh Luna. You and Tanner would be good buddies. He is three years old and still acts like a puppy. But he doesn't chew on furniture anymore. (Thank the Good Lord!) Just chipmunks. And any food whatsoever-- or things he hopes are food.

adrienne said...

I'm happy to report Luna didn't destroy anything today, except maybe a couple of spiders and some flies.

Oh, and Tanner, not the chipmunks!!

Kim Kasch said...

OMG: I am so there with you. We have a 7 month old Siberian Husky, who ate my third pair of shoes on Saturday, while I was at the blogging conference. Today she chewed through the wood on the back yard fence and got out of the yard. Luckily, a neighbor got her and put her in their backyard. My husband had to rebuild the fence tonight - before we helped my brother move.

THAT DOG!!!

Carrie Harris said...

Datnot2eet? Snarf.

My condolences for your couch. Can I send flowers? :)

adrienne said...

Kim - Someone to commiserate with!
We love them anyway...right? Sigh.

Carrie - Virtual freesias are my favorite!