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Intervention

February 8, 2010 at 11:51 am | Posted in The Truman | 4 Comments
Tags: design, dog, home decorating, humor, rugs, Truman

Truman has always had a “thing” for chewies. If anyone is to blame in this situation, it’s me. I’m his enabler. I can’t help it. Any time his troublesome Mr. Hyde alter-ego comes out and we find him dragging his food bowl around the living room or nipping at the back of Drew’s bicep (which I have since been informed is commonly referred to as a “tricep”, thanks to the higher educated among you) I can shove a chewie at him and he is nice Truman again, at least for as long as it takes for him to demolish said chewie.

I know I should be exercising him or paying him some loving attention when he acts terrible, perhaps I should work on his commands for “stay” and “come” that he gleefully ignores most of the time, but for now, in the spirit of someday becoming an AMAZING parent, I think I’ll just shove a chewie at him.

I thought he was old enough to chew in moderation, I really did. I knew he loved a good chewie, the way I love a good, stiff martini with three olives for dinner. But I usually stop after that one. And I thought Truman did too. That is, until this weekend.

This weekend, we bought new rugs. I would have done an entire post on rugs, but since we’re just now buying new rugs after inhabiting our humble abode for two years, this is clearly not a design blog. You’re obviously not here for information and tips on how to make your living space more beautiful. But rest assured, if I felt more qualified, I would have done an entire post on buying new rugs, because the new rugs have changed my life. I didn’t want to leave the house all weekend. I wanted to stay. And walk on the rugs. Sit on the rugs. Revel in the fact that for the first time in two years, our bedroom doesn’t echo.

We bought two, one for the living room, one for the bedroom. Here they are, just for fun. I couldn’t get Truman off the rugs to take a photo if I tried. He loves them so much he’s even started shoving his mouth full of food, then walking over to the rug to spit it all out and eat it at his leisure. Just when I think he can’t pick up one more annoying habit.

So on Saturday, we arrived home with our rugs, and set about moving all of our living room furniture so I could endure the disgusting task of vacuuming up everything that had accumulated beneath the furniture in the two years since we’d moved in. I expected dust bunnies. Dead roaches? Dead mice? Dead rats? I wasn’t sure how big the space was under there, so I really couldn’t gauge how large the various dead things beneath the couch would be.

We held our breath, Drew lifted his end, and I scooted mine. To our utter horror, what was waiting for us beneath the couch was far worse than we could have imagined.

Friends, Truman is a junkie. And he was using the space beneath our couch as his drug lair.

He was angry when we confronted him, but fortunately, he’s agreed to seek treatment.

PS: If you live in Houston, and you need a rug, I suggest Great Rug on Fondren and Westpark. Great prices! And they let you check out your rugs to “try them out” to make sure they fit in your space! Amazing!