after a week in the hospital we came home to
1 eaten leather couch
2 bad puppies.
even though Rainier and Baker had all sorts of friends staying with them, and taking them for walks while we were in the hospital they wanted to voice their frustration in our absence. I believe they sensed that their lives were about to change and decided to take it out on the couch. I'm sure that Baker, Baker the trouble maker started the whole mess, however I have no proof.
so we walked in the door with our new bundle of joy to a pile of ripped leather and foam. they ate the couch down to the springs.
my parents came into town to meet their newest grandson and promptly set to work helping us finish up a few projects (which included the couch)
we started with replacing the damaged foam.
then we worked on applying new fabric over the torn leather. everyone got involved. here my dad is stapling the new fabric.
we then stretched the fabric
and applied fabric brads to secure the fabric
my mom took care of the ends
and when it was all complete we had a couch that could be used again.
i think we did a really nice job.