Granddaughter #1 went back to college yesterday, and her family trailed behind her with stuff for her apartment. They left about 4 p.m.. Her family will be back Saturday evening. I can't wait.
We're dog-sitting Roscoe this weekend. He is a pain in the ass, purely because of his size.
(Well, maybe not purely because of his size. Those strings of foamy slobber that sometimes hang down from his jowls are disgusting. One got on my leg last night and I 'bout had a come-apart.)
Last night about 8, I walked across the road to let him out before bed. He peed and walked around a while (he's not a "romper" by nature) and then came back for some petting. He wants to be petted ALL THE TIME, and he likes to be right up in your face if you're sitting down.
When we came in from his pee break, I hated to just kennel him and leave, so I sat down on the sofa to let him wander around the house a little bit. Did he wander? No. He came over and stuck his giant head under my chin, and when I pushed him off me, he backed up, assumed an attack position, and barked at me. If I hadn't known his disposition, it would have terrified me.
He was wanting to play.
Every night before bedtime, my son wrestles him. Boxes his jaws. Puts him in a headlock. That sort of thing. Roscoe retaliates by going after my son's feet. He can clamp his jaws all the way around an ankle.
I growled back at him, and he lunged, and the fight was on. He yanked off one of my crocs and I had to pry it out of his mouth. He went back to the kennel, and I went home.
This morning, The Husband went over and got him and all of his accoutrements.
It's gonna be a long day.
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I worked on the mushroom/fairy house a little bit yesterday afternoon.
My home-made clay seemed a little sticky. It could've been that it was too warm, having sat on the counter near the stove during the oven cleaning. I used it, anyway. Dusting my fingers with cornstarch helped. I did not think through the entire process and made a mistake in ordering the work. After covering the house frame with clay, I attached it to the base, which had not been covered with clay. The door of the house is open, which means the base clay will have to go under the door. It'll be hard to make it look right. I'd just take the house off, cover the base, and reattach the house, but I'm afraid the whole thing will crumble if I squeeze it.
The clay isn't completely dry yet. It's really humid, so it may be a while before it can be painted.
I'm going to experiment with coloring it with watercolor paint. We'll see what happens.
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