Shadie the schnauzer is en celo. We don't want schnachsunds, so we put Fritz the dachshund in the garage all day, and blocked up the doggie door with a window screen held in place by a couple of gallons of paint. Shadie was in the backyard. They could look at each other, but they couldn't touch. This afternoon we decided to go see a movie. We didn't want any strays jumping the fence to get at Shadie while we were gone, so we put her in the garage, and put Fritz in the house. I thought she would probably be able to punch through the screen if she wanted to, so I replaced the screen with a sheet of masonite.
When we got home, Gaby let Fritz out, and went out to check on Shadie. That dog had knocked over one of the full paint cans, spilling it in a big puddle in front of the doghouse. Furthermore, there were little white pawprints all over the garage. Needless to say, it was bathtime for Shadie, but it was too cold and too late to hose out the garage. Maybe tomorrow if it's warm.
The movie, btw, was "The Wrestler." Well acted, well produced and directed, but oh so depressing. Mickey Roarke deserves the nomination, but I think the Oscar will still go to Sean Penn.
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