The only two completely dog-free zones in the house are our bedroom and my chair in the corner of the living room. That's the same chair that has moved with us from Seattle to Montana and on to New Hampshire. It's the same chair that survived Priscilla the blind Poodle shredding the seat cushion a few years ago — which is why the recliner is always covered in a sheet or blanket. The rule always was, no dog in that chair!
And then blind Darla arrived and promptly claimed it as her own. She didn't know she was violating a long-standing "order of the court." I was taken aback when I walked in one day recently and found her happily asleep in the chair.

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