My house is looking pretty ratty and rundown. I haven’t painted in years, I need a new couch, new carpet, new ceilings, and to finish the remodeling that has been going on for the past 20 years or so. We do have a new roof on our deck, and screen around it, so I guess that makes it a porch. New cover for the hot tub should arrive soon, and two new fans to buy and install for the porch, then all I need is new furniture for the porch.
The inside of the house might be finished by the time I die. I was getting pretty depressed about it, then my darling Stevie Wonder decided to give me a hand getting started with the redecorating on the inside.
He bathed the dogs.
|Gabe the sleeping angel|
These are not your average dogs. They are Labrador Retrievers. Anyone who has a Lab knows what I am talking about. They look like this when they are little:
|Gabe at 12 weeks old|
And then they grow overnight into monsters. Gabe weighs 100 pounds. One hundred pounds of hard-headed determination. When Steve told me he was bathing the dogs, I breathed a sigh of relief. Labs tend to stink. And ours are normally outdoor dogs, which means I don’t have them right under my feet. Right now Caesar is recuperating from ear surgery (a grooming trip to the vet for the Labs and Biscuit, our other dog that ended up costing us about $850.00), and so we have to keep him in to do post op care every day. Caesar is a calm, well mannered Lab and weighs in at about 75 pounds. We were getting along just fine until Steve decided he felt sorry for “poor little Gabe” and let him in too. They were both freshly groomed, but started smelling like dogs, so he knew he had to fix that, or I would throw Gabe back in the yard.
And that is why he bathed them.
Still ok, until he told me (on the phone, because he didn’t want me to be too surprised) that while he bathed Caesar, after he had bathed Gabe, that Gabe had decided to give me a hand with the redecorating.
Redecorating done right always begins with painting.
I think you see where I am going with this.
I had leftover paint from the art samples I had done over the weekend for our studio in California. And I had left the leftover paint on the palette laying out, because I planned to paint some more.
|my art table|
Gabe got there first. This is what I came home to:
This was the paintbrush he used:
And this is the look on his face when I gave him the stink eye:
|waiting to be banished|
And Gabe is still an inside dog. For now.