Jean is so busy this week I offered to do her Thursday Doors post for her. I doubt she’ll even have time to check it out, as the big move is looming. See that crate behind me in the photo, with it’s door open? Well, that belongs to Alfie. He’s the dog on the right, almost as handsome as myself, and he lives with relatives of my family, so we’re kind of related. He’s just a nipper (in terms of age – not biting ability) so he respects my ten years of wisdom and humour. That’s me in the photo telling him all about the antics of Mr. and Mrs. R.’s DIY efforts. He found it so hysterical, he rolled around the floor laughing. I didn’t think it was that funny, but then again, I am eight years older and a lot more mature.
We had to wait in Dublin while the youngest member of the family attended a Green Day concert. I didn’t mind, as it gave me a chance to catch up with Alfie. Personally, I would have said it was a ‘grey day’ seeing as it was raining but apparently this was something amazing and well worth the hours spent standing in a muddy field getting squashed, just to be close to the stage, as you can see from her photograph.
Humans, I’ll never fully understand them. But I digress. Back to the DIYers. The next day it was all hands on deck for another bout of renovating. I don’t know why Mr. R. was complaining about me looking over his shoulder while he worked, I was only keeping an expert eye on the job.
As soon as he left I jumped onto the other chair and had a good look at that doorway he was working on.
Not bad, but that doesn’t mean I can take my eye off them. I even had an extra person to watch over, the latest recruit to the crew, recovering from her wet but wonderful concert in that muddy field the day before.
In the end, all that hard work sanding was worth it. You can see through the doorway, how nice the walls turned out when painted and the floor, even with only its first coat of Jacobean Oak stain, doesn’t look too bad either.
During our lunch breaks we often have a game of cards, but of course I usually win, which doesn’t go down too well with the rest of the crew. This is my ‘poker-face’.
If I’m supposed to be the gaffer, why does everyone complain about me watching them work? This week, they’ve put me in charge of soft furnishing (I think they’re just trying to distract me) and it took me a while to learn how to use the strange contraption they gave me but I got there in the end.
Well, I hope you enjoyed a Thursday Doors post from a dog’s perspective. Speaking of posts, I must take a wee walk and find one. I believe there are a lot more doors to see on Norm’s blog, if you’d like to view them.