Well, not really: it's more like IKEA comes to Wally. He truly enjoys his Bastis (as the Swedes call it, or as the Swedes who do nomenclature for IKEA call it). He thinks warmly of the tales of the 1001 Arabian Nights, as he happily chews the toe off the velvet slipper. IKEA kept more than the cost of the shoe, in our recent trip, however. But it was great fun -- one of those wintry Central Ohio days of 55 degrees and a south-west breeze. Jenny got her 1st-time trip and the rest of us got a 1st-time-to-Cincinnati-IKEA trip, and we ate Swedish meatballs and came home with lingonberry jam for my Norweigan canoeing buddy Andy Garnes (who will claim it's from the wrong country to be worth eating -- that's the fun of it). The shoe for pup was a carefully-made choice, and I expect it to last another 45 minutes. New Year is just around the corner! 
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