I am game if everyone else is.
I'm in trouble, everyone. The dog acted like he wanted to get up on Mom's bed a minute ago. (I live in the downstairs pad, parents live upstairs). I picked him up to try to help him, but he struggled, and before I knew it, the lovely bottom post was all scratched up. OUch! Parents are angry. I thought this stuff was going to stop happening...you know, ten years ago. *Sigh* I need a place of my own.