As of last week but uncovered from my chest…
"You should sort through the stuffies", says Monsieur Kitty.
Grainy-eyed, zombie-boned (and PMS-addled) Amy angrily dumps everything out of massive wooden chest, dives inside with stuffies and pretends she is in Noah’s ark, the stuffie addition.
It’s actually a really nice bed.
PS: I actually sewed that husky’s head on. He was a rescue case from Petit Freres.