I'm officially living in a flop house now. This evening's project was to move my bedroom, that has already been compromised, into my family room, enjoying a tiled floor for poor Bogie's need to regurgitate nightly. Although he had a 15 day run of feeling great, his bad digestive system hopped back into play last night, probably from me adding powdered mashed potatoes to his pretty stable diet. To accommodate this move, I transferred his 5' crate to the foyer, moved the 61 " TV over about 7 feet and eliminated most of my family room furniture. Upon second look, I decided it doesn't really resemble a flop house, but a porn studio sans a spotlight and a camera. See what you think and remember, I live here!
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