August 25, 2007

White Dog wondered what the heck he was thinking when Steve started pulling everything out of the bathroom and piling it in the hall. Isn't it traumatic enough that the house is in total chaos over the bedroom plastering/ painting project? When he took out the patching plaster and smeared it on the plumbing wall in the bath, White Dog merely hid under the couch and peered out in amazement. "Soon," I reassured, "this mess is only temporary." She snorted in disbelief.