New Paint Job, and A Five-ish Mile Walk

This weekend my parents/landlords started painting my house. Now it's in the initial, primer colored stages of going from white with pink trim to gray with gray-blue trim, and thank Ralph for that, pink is a scary color and should have nothing at all to do with the place in which I live.

Now, while I was away from the house for a while, this is what happened: my dad, while painting on primer, bonded with my dog. This part is good. My dog, while bonding with my dad, decided to hunker down directly beneath the ladder he was using. This part is less good and more comical. The oil-based primer, while being applied by my dad, happened to drip down upon my dog. Now my dog is walking around dalmation-style with spots and streaks of white embedded in her fur. All she needs is a bit of the trim color for accent and we'll really be in business.

As I type this, Sherman is asleep. She's been asleep for a couple hours already. Lazy dog. Today we went for a relatively short walk around the riverwalk where she got to excitedly lunge for kids and I got to tightly hang on to her leash, and she got to meet a big white Newfoundland dog. Oh boy. Yesterday, though, we walked along the nature trail for about two hours. I'm not sure of our exact mileage, but I'm guessing it was somewhere around the five/six mile range, which makes it our longest walk to date. Sherman had an early night last night, needless to say (but there I've said it anyway).

Yes, I know I'm slacking on bar stuff lately in favor of dog stuff ('cause she's way more fun and new to boot). I do have bar stuff from this weekend that I'll post soon, though.