It's really impressive to me just how dusty the top of the china hutch is. I haven't actually laid eyes on the top of that bad boy in three and a half years, so just imagine what it might look like next time I see it! Did I dust it? No. I'm allowing it to grow freely as a project. It's not like anyone has to look at it.
[Pigs' mom is clutching her heart as she reads this, a dustrag clenched tightly in her fist. I'm certain she would like for you to know that I was taught better than this.]
I spent about an hour on Friday laying on the couch in the kitchen just to see what that was like. Turns out? Kinda strange! I could lean one way and reach the fridge and lean the other way and let Gus in and out. Speaking of the hound, Gus spent the two days of construction looking tragically confused as his world was literally taken out from under him:
I'm fairly certain I know what his thoughts were: But....where will I pee if I can't wait? But...how are my claws supposed to maintain their freakishly strong grip as I cut corners when I have contraband in my mouth? But....what about when I have a bath and I'm wet...what in the world am I supposed to waller on? Hey! What about my anal glands? Huh? Where am I supposed to drag?
As you can imagine, our house is now a more sanitary place for all. Gus is still not convinced of the glory that is the new floor, but I think it's darn pretty:
If you'd like to see more, simply Clicker my Flickr. That sounds obscene. I digress. Now if I can just figure out how to put a video on my blog, I have some priceless footage of Gus trying to run on it. I'll never need to go out for entertainment again!