We’ve certainly been busy around here.  DH runs across town to his mother’s early every morning and stays there for a few hours.  On the days that the OT and PT people are there, he stays longer.  I’ve been sending along meals that she can easily microwave.

     This means I have to get up earlier so the dogs can get out as often as they want.  I am NOT a morning person.  I never have been, never will be.  No, but I am a slave to my dogs.  Their needs come first even before my first cup of coffee.

     Therefore, while I’m here granting the pups’ every wish, I am also doing things like pond maintenance, laundry, cleaning, and sometime next month, painting the interior of the house.  I’ll be starting in the kitchen.

     I have two Bull Terriers to contend with, which means painting around here isn’t an easy task.  Any daytime painting has to be limited to the higher areas.  Dog nose prints on freshly painted walls are not artwork.  I hate ladders and ladders with nosey dogs are not secure.  At night, I can paint at dog level.  It’s a good thing I’m a night person.