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How I Painted My Puppy

For your sakes - I wish I had pictures. But, since I don't - a thousand words will have to do. :) Tuesday I came home to work on my house for the last time (insert slightly sad sigh here). It was warm and sunny. I needed to paint the outside doors and mow the lawn so I was extremely grateful for the sunshine. I opened the front door, put up the baby gate in the doorway so the tiny puppy couldn't escape and put a towel under the door so I didn't accidentally paint the carpet

Piper thought the towel on the floor was just for her and plopped herself right in the sun. She was far enough away from the door that I didn't think twice. So I started painting. As soon as I painted far enough down the door that Piper could reach the wet paint, she decided she needed to smell it. So, naturally, she got a little bit of paint on her face and ears. I scolded her and she returned to her spot in the sun. I finished painting the door, went to put the roller in the other room, and returned just in time to see her snuggle up next to the door. ON THE WET PAINT! I pulled her off (thankfully before the paint dried and she became a permanent fixture on the front door). But her entire side was matted with white paint. She looked ridiculous! I realize it was completely my fault for assuming she could handle wet paint (duh!) and for leaving her alone with said wet paint. But still...seriously? Stupid dog!

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Unknown said…
accidentally paint the carpet or the dog? still funny. :D
April 24, 2012 at 9:19 AM
Baby Sister said…
Hahahaha. That is hilarious. I'm sure she looked awesome. :)
April 27, 2012 at 9:10 PM
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