Mommy walked throught the house and said, “Eww, something smells like pee.” She sniffed around like a bloodhound and said, “Eww, this ottoman stinks.” She grabbed her gallon bottle of white vinegar and soaked poor Mr. Otto Man with it. After about a week, she took another whiff and said the vinegar didn’t work. “Jeff!” she said, “Help me carry this big heavy thing out into the sun. Maybe that will take care of the smell.” Every night she went out and tucked Otto Man in for the night with a big blue plastic cover. And every morning she went out and uncovered him. But, alas, he was “sick unto death” as they say. Mommy and Daddy loaded Otto Man into the back of the truck and Daddy took him to the Otto Man graveyard. Here is my memorial to Mr. Otto Man.
Me and my friends hung out with Mr. Otto Man. 
Morty wanted past me, but Mr. Otto Man was in the way. 
Riley slept on Mr. Otto Man. 
It’s where I apologized to Oscar for biting off his nose. 
I didn’t even get to say goodbye. 
My new Christmas stuffies napped on Mr. Otto Man. 
On cold winter nights Angel Lexi laid on Otto Man in front of the fireplace. 
I laid on Otto Man just like Angel Lexi. 
Maybe you’ve gone to be with Angel Lexi, Mr. Otto Man. You were her throne.
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess and Angel Lexi
This is Lexi, seven years old in 2010. She was the reigning queen on her throne.
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess with Lucy and Chia 