Ryan and I took it easy this weekend and stayed in to catch up on some much-needed home maintenance, which required, as usual, multiple trips to the ghetto-depot and an expansion of our tool arsenal. Ryan is officially a man now as he owns his own hand planer. When he opened it up I made the Tim the Tool Man Taylor sound and he flatly requested that I never do it again.
We replaced the rotted screen doors on the back porch and began repainting the trim on the porch. When I say began repainting I mean I painted the trim to the point that I could not reach any higher and then moved onto the next window. I’ll get the rest next weekend. It looks so much better.
Bruce was a fabulous help, and enjoys any opportunity to be outside with us, hanging out underfoot while ryan was using his trusty planer to trim the doors to fit, eating the wood trimmings as they fell to the ground (yes he did throw up that night). He was also a great painter and has no fewer than six spots on his person. I think he was trying to go for the Dalmatian look. It was an exhausting day for the Brucester and he collapsed on the couch in the evening and lamented his lot in life (note the paint spot on the side)
We replaced the rotted screen doors on the back porch and began repainting the trim on the porch. When I say began repainting I mean I painted the trim to the point that I could not reach any higher and then moved onto the next window. I’ll get the rest next weekend. It looks so much better.
Bruce was a fabulous help, and enjoys any opportunity to be outside with us, hanging out underfoot while ryan was using his trusty planer to trim the doors to fit, eating the wood trimmings as they fell to the ground (yes he did throw up that night). He was also a great painter and has no fewer than six spots on his person. I think he was trying to go for the Dalmatian look. It was an exhausting day for the Brucester and he collapsed on the couch in the evening and lamented his lot in life (note the paint spot on the side)
And Yes, I always have a flannel shirt handy when undergoing home improvements. It is a requirement. Did your father teach you nothing?
On Sunday, we considered continuing our home-improvement marathon, but went to the park instead. Brucey was giddy with anticipation in the urban truckster on the way there.
We ran around and played catch for about an hour
(legs removed to protect the innocent)
Then R and B performed a conceptual piece from Lady and the Tramp:
Shortly followed by Bruce collapsing under a shade tree, utterly charming the folks walking past. He is definitely Canadian and has a low tolerance for heat. I feel his pain. We are thinking we should move to Vermont or Vancouver just for the comfort of our dog.
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