My old Black Lab came from a nearby dogs' home in 1995 and died in 2001.
His bed was by my bookcase and when he wanted to get himself more comfortable he'd push against the plinth of the bookcase with a back foot.
The resultant scratches are still there as something of a memorial to him. I've no intention of polishing them out.
He was a lovely dog and, as Griff says, dogs are better friends than we deserve.
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