There are times when it is settling to tell the truth and remind your husband that as long as we have our families, our health, good food, and a roof over our heads, what does it matter that the dog just chewed the custom made seat cushion.

And then - there are other times - when the second cushion in two weeks gets chewed up, and I hide the torn fabric and battered seat under the guest bed and pick up the little pieces of foam now strewn through every part of the living room. And, when the cushion is noticed, missing, I mention - as a sidebar - that I’m mending a rip in the fabric.

Which one is real? Could it be both?

I have all the faith in the world that our dog will test this theory again.