It's time to admit it. The time has come. This is a day I did not look forward to. Gizzy's favorite pillow is kaput! I find little tufts of stuffing all over the floor. It can't be washed. He's scratched it into a comfortable position too many times until the fabric is thin and it can't be sewn shut. The pillow must go!
Hopefully, he will accept a red pillow, that formerly graced the couch, as a replacement. (It and it's companion red pillow were replaced by the striped ones.) He liked it fine when it was there and would pull it into a position that was perfect for a sleeping dog. Wish us luck!