Paint It Red

Me: Whisky, it's sunny outside, but you can't go out and play until your room is cleaned!

"OK.  About that though..."

"...isn't cleaning my room YOUR job?"

Me: Oh right.  So, outside then?

Today Whisky and I had the whole day together out in the garden. While I cleaned and re-painted the shed, Whisky had great fun exploring all the various things I'd moved out the way into the garden. But just as I was feeling pleased with myself that I had managed to keep his fluffy face and paws out of the paint all day, I stroked his fluffy head and then realised I hadn't managed quite so well with my hands...

Oh well, I guess I am going to have fun explaining his new red stripe to the vet at his appointment this week.