Out with the old, in with the new

Goodbye old friend. You have been slept on, relaxed on, peed on, spit up on, climbed on and played on. We have read books on you, surfed the internet with our laptop on you, and watched too many hours of TV on you. We have moved you into two houses. We have not vacuumed you or cleaned you in any way and now the dogs have destroyed your shape and yes, you stink, too. We bought you when we got married, so it's been a good 5.5 years, but now you must go.

Here is your replacement/upgrade:

It is finally in its place after an hour and a half of two grown men sweating, bleeding, cussing and even removing the door off its hinges. Now if I can just keep Shelby off of it . . .