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?
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.)