I had a good idea this morning. Miss Best Friend hasn’t much cared for her dog bed for a while. She clearly wants to lie with her bad leg stretched out straight and not flexed at all, whereas the round bed promotes curling up, so she has spent most of her time lying on the rag rug. But I remembered suddenly that there’s a perfectly hideous sort of thing in the attic: it’s covered in brown flowered Dralon, about four feet long, two feet wide, and five inches deep, possibly a seat for a two seater sofa or a garden seat or something of the kind. I have no memory of how it entered our lives, but it’s been up there for some years, and it’s made of good solid foam rubber. I dragged it down and put it on the rag rug, and Miss Best Friend has claimed it with enthusiasm. Of course it means we can’t open the Welsh dresser, but we’ll just have to manage without it. She can walk, very slowly, and with some difficulty, but seems to be in much less discomfort.