You don't have to tell me how pathetic this is. I already know. But when you have a Pointer named Wilbur that loves chairs and warm laps, a Lab that's definitely a momma's boy, and one piece of furniture (excepting the dog beds) in the entire basement upon which the dogs are allowed, this is the outcome. This chair is to the dogs - in real estate terms - what a Victorian in San Francisco would be to us. And if it takes sharing it with a roommate, so be it.
But could you say no to any of these faces?
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