The Killer Chair.

I like my new chair( except I can only lay on my back it's so narrow and with the arm rests in the way, not on my side or stomach) but Buddy......not so much. It tried to kill him. Twice. So now the poor dog's scared shit-less of it and won't go anywhere near it and I can't say that I blame him, poor guy. First of all, the chair folds up and can be upright in a sitting chair position or recline back to lay down. The first time it attacked him we were reclining and I was on my back with him curled up on top of me and he wanted down do he tried to jump and earlier he did jump off but it was a big jump for a little guy like him (esp. with those short little stubby legs of his) and he landed with a hard thud and hurt his leg as he was limpign a bit after so the next time he wanted down I lowered the feet part of the chair so he could jump from a lower area closer to the ground.......except what I didn't know is that when I shifted myself to do it that my own weight made it do down by itself and quickly, all by itself and down he went with it,too, and fast; he quickly rolled down, terrified, twisting his neck along the way, landing with his neck bent  and he was scared and so was I. Luckily he didn't break his neck. It was just awful.

The second time he was resting under the chair under my feet. After the first event there was no way he was going back on  the Killer Chair ever again and this time I didn't realize he was even under there and I had the chair reclined back and when I flipped it back upright to get up it trapped him underneath, almost squishing him and I had to quickly get him out. I felt so bad and words couldn't even describe how I felt at that moment. Poor Buddy had such a bad day. I have to be really careful now when I'm in the new chair and watch and see where he is. To try and make up for it I made him his own little spot next to the chair, right beside it; I put down a cushion and a blanket and he  hangs out there, beside me so he's still with me, outside, but not actually on the chair itself. He seems to like it. I had a Killer Chair once back in Ottawa too that always tried to kill me,too: it would always fold up and trap me inside it like a Venus Flytrap every time I would lay on it. It would snap together and capture me inside, like it was trying to eat me.