Our less-than-24-hours-old new sofa. Pretty, isn't it?
After a 7-week wait, my new couch was delivered yesterday at 2:30 p.m. It's a classic Restoration Hardware model with goose down cushions covered in mocha colored linen. It's the most expensive piece of furniture we've ever purchased (which speaks more to my good luck at estate sales than anything else.) I covered it with a blanket to prevent Dog #2 from shedding all over it, as she is wont to do. Little did I know that in the ten minutes it took me to do a bit of laundry this morning, Dog #2 would chew the zipper open and rip the inner goose down cushion to shreds. This is the third item she's attempted to destroy since we acquired her in June - our new guest room bed, our master bedroom mattress and, now, this. So, off she goes tomorrow to her former owner who promised she'd take her back if things didn't work out. Our hearts are breaking and I feel like a schmuck, but I can't trust her to be out of my sight anymore. Argh.