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Our dog Soo affords us many opportunities to practice patience.  When we lived in Phoenix and were planning our move out here to North Carolina, I was hesitant to start the packing process for I wasn't sure exactly how our intelligent yet mischievous dog would react.  Sure enough, when I started bringing out the boxes and bubble wrapping our nick-nacks, I could tell she was a bit nervous.  We found out just how nervous Soo was when Chris came home and discovered she had peed in our bed.  Really I guess it was our fault since we had forgotten to shut our bedroom door one day, but we won't argue the merits of bad dog vs. ignorant owner.  Anyway, back from the bunny trail; I thought it was no big deal since we had this really neat bed made up of latex sheets that are layered into a zippered mattress.  No problem, I can just take the latex sheets out, and run that empty mattress case to the cleaners.  At any rate, this was my argument to Chris when trying to convince him not to kill the dog and/or leave her behind when we moved. The dry-cleaned mattress came back all nice and neatly folded into a big plastic bag - perfect since we were moving anyway! Fast forward to our first night in  North Carolina, the first night we are sleeping in our new home on Clapp Farms Rd.  The unfortunate thing was that Cassie and I had left to get supplies while Chris started putting the mattress back together.  When we came in the door, I had to mount my campaign once again to let Soo live.   Chris was furious, and it took me a while to even get out of him what the problem was.  Turns out, the so-called dry cleaners had laundered that mattress!  This of course, made it shrink and we found we no longer had a king-sized bed.  I quickly intervened, and while we argued (maybe a bit loudly) in the bedroom over what to do, my sister was I'm sure snickering to herself in the other room.  I myself wanted to laugh, since I found it to be pretty funny, but had to refrain for fear of angering Chris past the point of return.  Maybe I did a good job at first, but when that bed was put back together, I could  no longer hold it in; I had to run and get my sister to show her.  The corners were rounded and angled funny, it was not even square, but we had managed to stuff those latex sheets back in and get it zipped.  The process was much like what happens when you are determined to get into last year's jeans and find you must lay on the bed and utilize pliers in a way they were never intended to be used.  That bed looked so funny, Cassie and I were laughing hysterically, not really caring any more that Chris was doing his best Grumpy/Eyore impression.  None of our sheets fit any more, and every time I make the bed I have myself a little chuckle.