I can finally safely say that Spring is here. The grass is back (although I think the bushes are dead), and the threat of snow and its accompanying wind-up-the-tail is gone. The sun is shining.
One thing about Spring is it gets the humans busy.
Mom has decided to Paint. She picked out the paint, brushes, rollers, dropcloths, tape, and all the assorted rigamarole to go with this project. She enlisted Jamie’s help and plotted everything out. Dad spent endless amount of time at Home Depot, groaning. Mom didn’t reckon on the ceiling being such a paint-sucker, though, and progress is slow. Jamie and Mom decided to do the ceiling first, because there was a mark on it that looked like a snowman from where Dad opened a bottle of champagne on New Year’s about a zillion years ago. I’m kinda going to miss that snowman.
I think this paint business is great fun! I love to help out.
I sniff the paint cans (it is low fume; the house doesn’t even smell bad) until Mom or Jamie runs up, arms waving and hollering for me to get the heck away from them.
I lay in the middle of the dropcloth and wag my tail. Thump, thump, thump, what do you mean you can’t move the dropcloth?
I run under the ladder when Mom is standing on it. Jamie is usually in hot pursuit, as I have snatched one of the work rags (excuse me, “shop towels”) and am making a beeline for my spot on the landing.
I chew the stir sticks (pre-paint, of course) into toothpicks and leave the shards all over the floor.
When I am satisfied that I have helped my humans enough, I go take a little nap:
Ah, Spring! Bring on the home improvements!
Woof! Love, Maggie