We're finally painting this weekend! Last night we Home Depot'd it and
bought all the necessary things: paint, brushes, rollers, booze,
coveralls, a goat, dropsheets, diapers, snowgoggles and a leafblower.
The colour we've selected is called Desert Sand. When it's windy outside,
hard micro-pellets of sand will detach from the wall and whip against our
bare legs and scratch our retinas (See? Now you know why we'll need the goat).
I have been busy sanding down the plastered bits on the wall. The sanding is dirty and there are mini-piles of dust all along the baseboard. Flea and Chachi look like that dandruffy kid in Grade 3 that no one would sit beside (did that kid also eat poop sangweeches?).
Oh - speaking of which, I gave them a bath yesterday because despite their size they still manage to generate quite a hum. The best way I can describe it is - they smell like eyes, ears and mouth. All rolled into one.
I had to laugh because it was the first time that Chachi actually REALIZED that he was going to get a bath. I ran the water in the tub, shook up a shampoo bottle and he ran away. When he runs to 'hide' he only goes as far as the safety of a little dogbed beside the couch - sittin' there all earless, wide-eyed and trembling. And when I got closer, he turned his back to me, like 'If I can't see you, you can't see me!' Finally, as a last resort he rolled on his back and tapped at me with his front paws, pleadingly.
Minutes later, he smelled like Mango Tango.
I actually took a photo of him playing the victim because I was laughing
so hard. I'm even posting it for ya because I know how you can't get enough of my dog photos and me talking about my dogs and dogs dogs blah blah blaaahhhhhhhhhh DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGS!!!!
If there's one thing I can say about chihuahuas, they can really milk the pity card like you've never seen. I give you Exhibit A. I call it "hygiene-phobic ratdawg". If you look closely, you can see wavy lines of stink eminating from his body (and Flea's mini-feets).
HAH! If the neighbourhood dogs saw this, Chachi would never live it down.
So, yeah. Painting. The place might be a mess this weekend, but at least I gots clean dogs. Oh, and just in case you bleeding hearts are wondering if Chachi's okay -right now he's sitting on my lap hosing down his crotch. Everything is as it should be.