Painting!

Hello, everyone!  It's me, Cam.  I'll begin answering your wonderful questions for my "Dear Cammie" column starting Monday.  There are some WONDERFUL queries in there and I can't wait to get started!  I was going to get the column going today, but I'm just exhausted.  I helped my mom with a big task yesterday - it was called painting!  Mom said the accent should be on the "pain" part.  Hmm.  Anyway, here's how it went.

Mom put a plastic blanket on the floor, wiped down the walls, then played with blue tape and didn't let me help with that.  She then took all the faceplates off the electric outlets; I wanted to see what was in there, but she didn't seem too keen on me putting my little nose in there.  The real fun part seemed to start when she poured a bunch of stuff that sort of looked like mud into a dish and put in on the plastic blanket!  Oh, how I wanted to be a part of that - but Mom said perhaps that wasn't a good idea.  How could that be anything BUT a good idea?!?  Zim said clearly Mom was out of her mind, and needed close supervision.  JUST my kind of work!  I got right on it!

"You missed a spot, Mom."

She moved our water bowls over there by the desk.  They're usually right in front of the wall Mom was painting.  I didn't really like the new location, so I didn't drink much until she moved them back.

She painted the wall under the kitchen peninsula and where it winds around.  For those of you who know my mom, I should have warned you that she used something other than white.  I hope you weren't too shocked!  Mom loves white - especially white paint.  Zim said this grey paint is further proof that she's getting a little nutty and needs to be watched closely!

"Make sure you remove the tape while the paint is still wet.  Want me to do that for you?
No?  Are you sure?"

Mom did such a good job on those walls, that Dad encouraged her to keep going and do one wall in the dining room!

"Want me to steady the ladder for you, Mom?"

Mom said it would be best if I stayed out of the dining room for a while.  I'm not sure why!  Zim was in there and there was plenty of room since Mom and Dad moved the hutch over after stacking all the china on the table!  She must have been worried about me over-doing.  I got back into Supervisor-mode.

"You might want to consider moving that pan of paint..."

Mom and Dad were really happy with how the paint came out AND with how helpful Zimmie and I were.  It must be because we're Working Breed pups, because it came pretty naturally!  I still think a reward is in order, though - don't you?

Don't work too hard this weekend!

Cammie!