The beautiful Mia is part of my brother Bill's family. I was chatting to Mia the other day and she was full of enthusiasm for her chair. Not only is it ideal for sleeping on but it is also the best possible height to rest a bone on whilst gnawing at it.
Occasionally the Bill and Lou ridiculously feel the urge to clean the cushion. This is disasterous as not only does it take a day to dry, rendering the chair unusuable during that time, but it takes days and days to get the proper smell back. That is hours of sitting and scratching and bone chomping and flopping and getting in and out and adjusting the groove. The chair is situated under the house with an excellent view of the front gate, all the better to check out who's coming in, you never know how many pats you can con out of a visitor, when 'mum' and 'dad' are going to be home, or who's passing by, school kids are the best, they just love her!
Of course her ideal position for her chair would be the lounge room upstairs, however due to an impending arrival, she has been relegated to out doors all the time now. At least she has her chair.
The chair, as many will recognise is an Ikea classic. It was found on the 'verge' (the side of the road) by Bills brother Ian under his apartment in inner city Sydney. Bill persuaded Ian that Ian didnt need a matching pair and he passed on the chair to Bill. It was cushionless when given to Bill but his Mum, known for her flair with the sewing machine and interesting taste in wacky fabric from the throw-out bin at Spotlight, fashioned a new cushion which has since been recovered in a more sedate colour. This new covering doesn't clash so badly with Mia's beautiful coat.
Mia loves chasing balls, watching the chickens, going for walks, trying to breakout of the yard, gnawing bones, trying to play with the cats, running away from waves, Bill and Lou and anyone willing to play with her. And of course she loves her chair.
