An Unexpected Sight

In the living room, I smoothed the bare cushion of my loveseat. The throw covering never came off unless it was washday or company visited because it also served as a bed for my dog, Buddy. At least the cushions didn’t appear to have any dog hair.

“Okay, this is as good as it’s going to look. I’m ready for Bob.”

If only I had something other than water to offer. “I should’ve made some cake or cookies,” I muttered.

But this was not a social call. It was my first meeting with Bob, my orientation and mobility specialist.