Two hours ago, Nugget was barking at our fence and he wouldn't stop after I asked him nicely, so I made him come inside. He kept whining at turning in circles at the back door, so I looked outside and WHOA! There was a big fat raccoon lumbering into our yard! Nugget kept saying, "Let me at him! I can take him, I can take him! Let me at him!" But I didn't. Although I have faith in my dog--who has the heart of a champion--the raccoon was significantly larger than the Nugget, and I didn't want to risk having to break up a potential fight (because, you know, I just trimmed my nails). So I made Nugget stay inside and watch through the glass as the raccoon wandered around the backyard.
But...we might be modifying the squirrel trap in the near future. :)
On Monday, Gary worked on painting the final side of our house. Nugget and I joined him for a little while. I was rolling paint when a popping sound (probably a firecracker) went off nearby. Nugget is terrified of such sounds, so he ran over to me, shaking and pressing up close to me. I felt bad for my little pup, and I didn't particularly want him nervously stepping about between my legs, so I walked with him to the back door and let him into the house. I went back to painting. After a few minutes, I needed to move the cardboard under my feet that was serving as a drop cloth. When I looked down, I noticed a little wet puddle of paint next to the paint tray. I looked closer. It resembled a paw print. I looked toward the back door. There were paint paw prints leading to the house. The horror dawned on me. I just let a dog with wet paint on his paw into my house.
I ran to the door, hoping beyond hope that Nugget had the good sense to stay on the mat inside the door after I let him in. Not so. He was happily trotting around the house.
I ushered him outside, then surveyed the damage. Luckily, most of the paint was contained to the tile floor in the kitchen, and I was able to get it all off with some scrubbing. Some traces of paint made it to the carpet, but it's barely noticeable and can be entirely removed with a millimeter haircut. Whew. Dodged a big one there, didn't I?
(Nugget also likes leaning up against the house after we paint.)
I'm Jody Henrie. I'm the kind of person who would name my first-born son Colby Jack. Because I love cheese.