Omg. This reminds me… Summers in Pittsburgh were hot and muggy. My dad used to sleep on the sofa bed downstairs. My mother, who had sprained her knee, woke up to the sound of faint whimpering of our dog. She hobbled round the house but couldn’t find her. Finally…
2/2 looked behind the sofa. Found a big dog-sized lump bulging out the back. Poor Suzy had been sound asleep under the sofa-bed when Dad helpfully turned it back into a sofa… This might explain your picture…
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