Rin and the Frankencouch – ahhhhh! I’m scared!

pets are for suckers

.. .. So. I got my kitty, Rin on Fathers’ Day. For the first few weeks everything was good. My dogs, Laika & Bunnee were curious but mostly left her alone.

Recently, the dogs have figured out that Rin isn’t just visiting (we’ve watched other people’s dogs before so I think at first they suspected she’d be an annoyance for about a week but she’d be gone after that) and decided that they have had enough of her.

One evening last week, me and the fam went out for a few hours (probably to go grocery shopping or something way exciting like that). Apparently, the dogs had decided they had enough and trapped Rin under my kids’ bunkbed. They ripped up one end of the mattress and destroyed the bottom bunk’s headboard trying to get to Rin! The mattress was only a year or so old. I was so pissed.

Then, just a few days ago, we came back from some other stellar adventure (Target, Caribou Coffee, and Ulta) to find that Rin had hidden behind the couch. Our $4K LaZBoy sectional couch. You know, the kind with the pull out bed and the recliner on the end. The thing cost more than my first car. Those stupid dogs ripped the fabric and padding off the frame on 2 sections of the couch. Not only did the destroy my couch, the one idiot dog had a piece of the fabric stuck on her tooth, hanging out of her mouth. I had to pull a piece of my couch off of her tooth!!!!!

If I wasn’t afraid that it would have cost me a bit of my humanity, I would have taken them out back and taken them out with a smack to the head with a shovel. Then I could have used their hides to patch the couch.

My hubby, being far more calm than I, assessed the damage and came up with a course of action. He took me to JoAnn Fabrics and bought new padding and some fabric. That industrious man of mine has already fixed one of the destroyed sections of couch. If you don’t look for it, you’d never know that anything had happened.

If you look closely, you’ll see that our couch is now the FRANKENCOUCH!!! Cuz it’s kind of just cobbled together. Hubby had to use the arm covers to fill holes where worst damage was. We’ll probably have to sacrifice a throw pillow or two to fix the other section but there’s no way on this earth I’m buying a new couch at this point. With the three young kids, the two dogs, and the cat, I’d have more fun flushing my money down the toilet; at least then I could enjoy it will it swirled around looking pretty in the bowl for a second before it disappeared.

The dogs are busy now packing their gunny sacks and checking the train schedules. Or at least they should be. And I’m getting used to looking at my disheveled frankencouch, because IT WILL LIVE to cushion my pudgey ass again!

Where’e Igor when you need him?