When your mother and I moved into our current apartment, we decided to make an investment in our quality of life and invest in some non-Ikea furniture. We got four main pieces: a green TV console table, a black glass dining table, an L-shaped couch, and a green “whisper” rug that Heal’s tried to charge us 650 GBP when the same one was available on a wholesaling website for a third of the price. I like the rug because it’s green, but your mother loves the rug because she likens it to having a patch of moss / grass in our apartment (I don’t get it either, so ask her).
The rug has served us well for the past couple of years – it’s always a very soft walk between the kitchen and the living room. Aside from that, we slept on it once during Christmas Eve when we pulled out our sleeping bags and did our version of city glamping.
Then, of course, came Kili. When she was a puppy, we actually rolled up the rug and propped it up in the hallway because the last thing we wanted was Kili to start thinking it was grass and going “potty” or “number two” on it. We eventually took it to be a sign that Kili was ready when she somehow managed to knock the rug on to the floor multiple times…that rug had to be ten times her weight!
And when we finally rolled out the green carpet…what a revelation it was. Kili would just lay on it in one spot for hours on end. This came after weeks of wondering why she’d never settle down in one spot in the apartment and instead ran around everywhere.
She eventually came to mark her territory by leaving her toys everywhere on it, but she’s always very happy when we come join her on the rug. Your mother has an affinity for laying down on the rug and cuddling with Kili. It’s very cute.
However, at the rate things are going now, I’m not sure whether you’ll actually ever see this rug I’m writing about. We may dispose of it before it’s your turn to enjoy it. Your pet puppy is doing a mighty fine job of rolling around on it to dry herself after going potty outside as well as using it as a personal napkin after pigging out on her bowl of food. Even your mother’s finally given up on laying down on the rug.