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Uh-Oh...
September 07, 2007
This is the face of a guilty dog. Guilty of MANY things in her life; always forgiven. I guess at 85 pounds, you get REALLY hungry. She's consumed all the pressed paperboard she can find in my studio. This includes the entire cardboard spool to 5 roles of ribbon! She's eaten a few file folders, other folders, papers. She's even eaten the discarded papers from the lint roller I use to take her hair off of my fabrics!
The story really has two parts, but I discovered both of them at 2 AM this morning. We had a LOUD thunderstorm in the wee hours of the morning. Shortly after the storm hit we heard a series of crashes from somewhere in the house. I got up to check on the dog; she's afraid of storms. And I discovered that in her panic to escape the storm (trying to get out of the basement where she spends the night behind closed doors since she wouldn't stop helping herself to food from the kitchen and a seat on the couch!), she had knocked over several cartons of chicken broth from the pantry at the top of the basement stairs and had knocked her water bowl down the basement stairs. That explained the noise.
She began pacing around the dining room and kitchen while I cleaned up. When I called her back, I noticed that one of he paws was brown. And the basement smelled funny. Not a good sign. I assumed that little miss eat-everything-in-site-even-if-its-not-food had diarrhea. Again. I held my nose and headed down the stairs. Nope. No poop.
What I found instead was a quart size yogurt container I had washed and recycled to hold brown paint while we painted the stairs laying slightly split in a dry crusty mess of paint on her pillow. And then I saw this:
And it was bone dry already. So, does anyone know how to get dry latex paint off a dog? It's got to be a little uncomfy for her...
In other uh-oh news: The baby has learned to say Uh-oh! This has produced many funny moments. He seems to instinctively know EXACTLY when to place an Uh-Oh. Like while hubby and I were having a little tiff about something in the car one day.
And then there's the shirt I made:
I went ahead and bought the pattern I blogged about a while back. And I actually CAN sew with a pattern. (I assumed that it would be like a musician who plays by ear trying to teach themselves to read music... It wasn't!) I was SO excited to finish it, even though the first problem was a shortage of the fabric I HAD to use. I ended up make the sleeves out of the same fabric as the neck band. This actually produced the second problem; the original fabric was a recycled cotton sheet that drapes nicely. The twill I chose for the neck band and ended up using for the sleeves was a heavy twill; not so drapey. The shirt has a decidely clown-like look about it because the sleeves are so poofy. I still like it. And I love the pattern. I'm planning on making another one with longer sleeves in fall browns and oranges.
At least I can laugh at all the uh-oh's. And I don't have to sleep with a LARGE dried spot of brown latex paint on my hind quarter.