I'm sure I've mentioned our breakfast bar, better known as Harley's Bar. I don't think I've taken a particularly useful photo of it, and I won't now — since the camera is far away, and I'm a lazy slug. But it is home to Harley's dog dish (which holds any number of toys that can be dropped into the sink or on the floor), it is home to several toys upon which Harley can Stand And Chew, it is where he eats dinner and (usually) lunch, and it is a step away from the kitchen faucet, one of Harley's favorite perches. It also places the creature with the Sharp Beak of Biting right where he can chew up a corner of wall. Which he has done. Of course.

So some time ago now (because I am a lazy slug), Bruce created our first Harley Protection Device, in the form of a wooden sleeve that wraps around the wall, so Harley can't eat the corner anymore.

Right. We may need to make this a little taller.

Gotta add that I pulled this last photo up on the screen and Bruce and I could not stop laughing.

Oh, and in case these details help fill in the picture of the Harley Bar: the "terra cotta" color in the first picture is around the corner (in the kitchen area) of the second picture. And, in the second picture, Harley is standing on some toys upon which he can Stand And Chew.