Six years on from when I first adopted Tinkerbell as a pup I found on the streets near Tainan's "science park", and the subsequent adoption of my other dogs (all but two I found abandoned as puppies in the park), I find myself faced with the necessity of buying yet another sofa. Erhjen, the tan-coloured pup I found up on the mountain earlier this year, has finally chewed a hole in the still relatively new sofa I bought only last year. I knew at the time I took her in that this would eventually happen.
I have now had six sofas in as many years, with five of them having been worn out in that time. That little fact occurred to me this morning as I was having my coffee with three of the six dogs all curled around me on the flat sofa. It's a cost I can only pretend to be annoyed at having to pay.