"I
figured I had served the household well, and that I'd be a fixture
around the house for a long time to come, ya know. We
watched a lot of "Jeopardy" and "ER" together,
and that was cool. I didn't mind so much that the dog jumped
up on me and barked when the kids were rough-housing. And it
wasn't such a big deal that I got a little Gatorade bath during
the Superbowl when the rugrats tried to do the "Dirty
Bird".
But when the day came that they gave me to
The Salvation Army, I figured it was all over.
When I came off the truck into the rehab
center where men are working to beat their drug and alcohol
addictions, it seemed like a happy place, but, ya understand, it
was strange and new to me.
That's when I met Moses!

He gave me a hot steamvac bath, with deep
cleaning brushes.
He gave me a fresh deodorizing shampoo.
He rejuvenated me. I had a new
spring in my cushion. I felt like I had purpose again - a
new life - just like the Salvation Army's rehabilitation program
gave to Mo!
I'm ready to be pressed into service
again. Come on, take me home! . . . but, uhhh, you guys do have
cable, don't ya? I'm a few episodes behind on Dick Van Dyke
reruns. Hey . . . remember when Dick always tripped over the
sofa? Man, I loved that!"