wrecking cleaning crew is…
No, the humans weren’t going scuba diving. They were hacking up tack strips in the basement.
Evil, nail-y tack strips.
The sump pump failed a while back, and Dad, Mom, and Jamie worked to remove the wet carpet. The tack strips, which apparently had been installed as if they were a permanent fixture, had to come up. Mom said she just knew someone was going to step on one. Jamie agreed, and said someone was going to end up with tetanus. So, Jamie and Mom suited up and got to work.
There were so many tack strips! With the “studs” driven directly into the concrete, it was a difficult job. Mom said she felt her hand getting stress fractures, like she had been boxing. (Don’t ask how Mom knows about boxing). Jamie was grateful for the goggles since a nail popped up and hit him in the eye, but he was protected.
I knew to keep my distance, probably because Mom kept hollering about me getting a nail in my paw. I wanted to stay with the humans, though, for moral support and encouragement.
After all the strips were up, everything had to be swept, vacuumed, and dusted. There was a lot of dust in the air. Jamie and Mom had their faces masked so as not to choke, and Jamie set up a fan as a vacuum for the air. I ran upstairs for a while at the sound of the shop-vac. Then, after everything noisy was over, I crept back downstairs and found a soft spot to lie down.
Jamie and Mom put everything back into place. The whole ordeal was hard work and took a long time, but in the end, it was worth it.
Woof! Love, Maggie