I'm fairly certain this isn't what my great-grandmother had in mind when she lovingly and painstakingly needlepointed this chair.
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In 2008, my husband Chris and I adopted our first pit bull, Toni. A little more than a year later, we brought home Téa, also a pit bull, as a foster dog. We never gave her back. This is a little insight into what life is like with Toni and Téa and what it really means to own pit bulls. (FYI: it's nothing like what you read in the news.)
Doubtful... but I bet she would be pleased that it is being used! :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha that is funny! Its a pretty chair though but she makes it even cuter!
ReplyDeleteIt almost reminds me of one of those classic, stoic painted portraits. How do they decide who gets the chair, and who gets the floor?
ReplyDeleteIf I move the other needlepoint chair into the living room, then they could each have their own. In the meantime, I think it's first come, first served!
ReplyDeleteAccording to my mother, Darling (my great-grandmother) would have found this hilarious. Must run in the family!
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