It's All About the Furniture.

I told my sister I started this blog. When she finished panting from her uncontrolled laughing jag, she said, "Don't forget to include what Nana said to me about Mojo." (Mojo is her dead dog. He died when he was still a puppy, of parvo [a totally avoidable disease but that is not the point].)

I had to admit I didn't remember the conversation about Mojo.

"Really? You don't remember her calling me when I was still devastated about losing my six month old puppy?"

Well, no.

"Here's what she said. She said - at least he died before he got so big that he could eat your furniture."