Now comes the sit and shake before the treat is given.
That is how the weekend began. With two dogs begging for a leftover pumpkin muffin and then it was back to:
Painting!!!!
The fence is about 200 feet and I am 2/3's of the way through painting the outside and then I will work on the inside.
Griffey and Brody, my painting buddies.
Saturday was bust up the concrete steps and pour new concrete steps. Our oldest son was on hand to help.
Mixing up the concrete
Now we have to wait a week.
Then today after church. . . . . . .
More painting.
I feel like that Paul Simon Song "Still Crazy After all these Years," except my version is "Still Painting After all these Years."
2 comments:
I know it,s tedious but you are getting there.
Love your dogs, our beloved Dog died 3 years ago this week and we still miss him.
Maureen,
The black dog is ours. The yellow dog is my son's dog, Brody. Brody spends her weekday mornings at our house playing with our dog. They are great dogs. We have had several dogs over the years. Always hard when they die, but we always get another dog to love.
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