I had two disgusting, stinking couches. I was so tired of our dogs sitting on them. Furring them. Stinking them. Then me vacuuming them. Cussing them. Sweating because of them. It was getting to be too much of a waste of time. So… I gave them away. Did I have a back up plan? No. Did I care? A little bit. Mostly because my husband was all “Where’my gonna sit?” I...