The couch had already been chewed by a rabbit, sides scratched by a cat we used to have, paint on the cushions when my daughter was 4, a hole kicked in the side when my son was 16 - then it got really bad! I was dog-sitting and the poor thing had an anxiety attack and tried to eat the couch. I couldn't afford a new couch, I made patches using for the back using an old dress, but I had nothing for the arm, so we usually cover it with an afghan. It is also a sofa-bed that is coming apart but I did hand sew the form back together using nylon plastic thread. This is called 'making do'! If this couch is not the uggliest it is certainly the saddest!