This is shaping up to be an interesting weekend.
Last night, the humans went out to one of those home stores and brought me back a new rug to lie on.
Mom has been after Dad for quite some time, saying that the old rug was “threadbare” and “fading” and (not that I had anything to do with this) “chewed in the corner”. “It’s 100% wool!” Dad cried, his inner thrift (i.e., cheap), showing.
So Mom finally wore Dad down, and he said he knew just the place to look for a new rug. Dad said, “This place is great. It’s like, as if I opened up a home store business with no money and lots of junk but a few good things thrown in if you look – you’ll love it!” Mom was dubious, but climbed into the van, anyway, and off they went.
Dad was right. The place DID look like he’d opened it on a shoestring. However, they had a very nice selection of area rugs, and Mom and Dad found one on something called, “clearance”, which meant they had enough money to look at some curtain panels and a curtain rod, too.
I helped set up the rug after Jamie hustled the old one down to the basement:
It’s soft and comfy! I love it! I did try scratching it, but Dad stood up and showed me the crate, so I slunk over to the couch and stole Mom’s blanket, instead.
So now, when Dad gets home from work this afternoon, he and Mom (or he and Jamie) are going to get out the “level” and install the curtain rod. This should be great. I can’t wait!
Woof! Love, Maggie