|Lindy Davies-Schear, January 9, 2016 — Richard Schear photo|
We used to have our recliners at that end of the room, facing the TV, with an ottoman between us, for Lindy.
Eventually, we had to add one, two, and finally three extra pieces of furniture so that Lindy could "jump" up onto the ottoman because the truth was: she could no longer jump.
So I took it upon myself to buy Lindy's couch. I ordered it under the false impression that both ends would recline while the centre stayed stable. Yes, the centre remains stable, and both ends have foot-rests that come up after a rather tiring (for me) pull on a handle, and which go back down after an equally exhaustive pull in the opposite direction, but neither end reclines.
Dick's end, of course, operates smoothly because, well, that's life...
However, the couch is definitely Lindy's, as planned. She'll climb up onto the middle with the use of a one-step stool instead of three, and she'll rest with her head in my lap. Should I happen to get up, however, all bets are off, and I return to find her where I used to be.
Because the his-and-my recliners are at the opposite side of the room, beside the TV, I have to lift Lindy if I want to sit down, and she weighs a lot (minimum) or a ton (maximum).
But it's all worth it...all for love of the dog.
In the photo above, Lindy is sleeping at her daddy's end of the couch, the end with the lamp, and the curio cabinet for his various papers and things, and the overly-large "tv table" he uses as a desk and/or for his evening meal.
I sometimes wish I had one of those tables, too, but they're plug-ugly, so I put up with the tiny but pretty end table I have to move around to face me when we're eating in the living room, which is most of the time.
And it's all worth it...all for love of the dog.
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