So...remember the chair story? Well we've had the new furniture for about a month including new rugs. All along my mom has let me have free roam and everything's been good. Well....I got bored. Went out in the kitchen and there was this string coming from the edge of the rug. I went to "pick it up" and it kept getting longer and longer and longer. Then all these little fuzzy pieces kept chasing the string. I pulled the rug into the dining room and one thing led to another and...well....I'm back in the doghouse (aka "the extra bedroom"..."the nice room with a view"..."behind closed doors"...no more free roaming).