Unassuming piece of ugly furniture

Yes, this is an ugly recliner.  We inherited it from my grandma after she passed away.  It was in Nick's apartment before we moved in together before it landed in our apartment and then eventually, our house.  Its seen better days, it's worn out and I think that we should offer a reward to whoever is sitting in it when the arm falls off.  Why is it on my blog?  Well, as part of Project 365, I'm trying to capture notable moments from my days and this played a part today.

I came home from work and let Chino out to do his thing.  After he came back in, I went to the bathroom to do my own thing.  While I was in there, I heard him crying.  I called him, but *surprise* *surprise* he didn't come.  When I came out, I saw him sitting by his toy box(es).  This normally means that something is stuck or that there's a bone that he can't reach.  I looked, but didn't see anything, so I did the next logical thing, I asked him what was wrong.  When I asked him, he circled around to the front of the chair and looked down.  When I lifted the chair, I saw a treat that had made its way under there that morning.  Chino stepped forward and ate it before going about his normal post-work routine.  When Nick got home, I told him that I thought Chino was trying to tell me that "Timmy fell down the well", but that it turned out to be "hey lady, how about you pay attention to where you throw those treats.  K? Thanks."