Disappointments

The sofa was a dingy gray white called “mushroom.”

I asked her if she sat in it before she ordered and Mom said, she could tell by looking at it, that it was heavenly.

It was installed in the living room, so she could sit in it looking straight ahead at the TV. She loves the sofa and sat with it piled up with newspapers and bags of treats.

She’s had foot problems recently, and we have been encouraging her to sit in the recliner instead so she can put her feet up.   We also have an ongoing battle over the fact even sitting doesn’t feel good to me in the evening, and I feel better when I can recline in bed. Why couldn’t I use the sofa? I said, too crowded.

Well we rearranged the living room to facilitate cleaning it and get Mom into the recliner and put her feet up. So the chair is now in her favorite spot, and the sofa is now in front of the window (where I had felt it should be all along).

Perfect, now I have a sofa to recline on in the living room, right?

No. This is the most doG awful sofa upon which I have ever sat in my life. The cushions are purportedly down, but more likely a 20/80 mix of down and sand. The back cushions are overstuffed, yes, but even the dog leaves me more room at the edge of the bed than these cushions leave for a grown adult to recline. The sofa might fit a reclining 11 year old, but that might push it.

I am greatly disappointed, as is Mom, because after dinner, I either retire to the basement, where my old leather sofa in the She-Cave welcomes me, envelopes me (AND one or two pups) or back in bed.

I am disappointed that this rearrangement didn’t solve all the problems I had hoped it would.

But there are small wins.

Pippi loves being able to sit in the second chair and see out the window and have a clear view of the TV.

We watched the Cattle Dogs at Westminster this morning. She paid attention some of the time, unless there was even the suspected promise of food.