First, from the last MMP:
Not in this case. It’s the unfinished attic over FCD’s shop. Under a steel roof. Not insulated. Not even a good place to stash a body. Or so I would imagine. And anyway, what we put up there were the two foundations from the twin beds, against the day the lofts are replaced by regular beds.
Now, for the current one: Bernie was my favorite, once she stopped chewing on the recliner handle. She liked to sleep in the middle of the floor - I almost tripped over her in the dark one night.
We got her from the no-kill shelter when we lived in Florida. Best guess of her breed was a mix of border collie and lab. She looked like a border collie until she got a haircut, then you could see the lab in her.
She was sweet and gentle - she earned her Canine Good Citizen certificate! I wanted to take her to nursing homes and such, but she also, alas, had heartworms at the time, so I wasn’t allowed to. Then we moved and life got crazy and she was never a visitor. But we did get rid of the heartworms.
She was a sweetheart till the end - nearly 16 years old - but she developed doggy dementia (or whatever it’s called) and we made the tough decision. That was 12 years ago.
All of our canines and felines had their good points, but Bernie was still the best as far as I’m concerned.