A Memory Home

A and I never thought that we would ever be able to buy a house in the city.
Especially a house that no one else has ever lived in.
Now that we have been here for a few months, the beauty of a flawless, untouched home is slowly fading away. And this is in large part due to the pooches.

Our once flawless floors are now riddled with scratches.
Scratches from the pooches going crazy for breakfast.
Pushing their claws into the floor as they're stretching.
Going crazy for their walks with their Dogwalker.
Running with toys.
Going crazy for dinner.
Stretching some more.
Going crazy for SociaBulls.
Going crazy for friends coming over.
Stretching again (Why do they need to stretch so much?)

Besides the floors, we have scuffs all over our walls from Miss M using our wall as a pillow, Mr. B running into a wall after snatching his stuffy from the ground, Mr. B running into a wall while going crazy for a walk.
Plus, little drips of blood from Mr. B's happy tail, and all sorts of smudges from dirty noses and toes.

On top of all that, our newly designed entry-way, courtesy of The Yellow Brick Home, has scratches from both pooches jumping up and down in excitement whenever our dog walker come for their walk.

We first thought of all the marks on our floors and walls as blemishes.
And A spent a lot of time trying to paint over the scuffs.
Magic Eraser the smudges.
And even file Miss M's nails so they wouldn't scratch as much when she stretched.
But then we realized, that these are the memories that we are all making together in our new home.
And it shows that our home is well-loved.

Also:
When you are loved for a long, long time.
And squeezed.
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