Of course, it was dark when we got home, so we didn’t so much see it as feel it. Wayne stepped onto the porch first and said, “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it can’t be good…”
Seems one of the dogs (not naming names, but it starts with ‘R’ and ends with ‘omeo’) decided he needed to dig through the walls to get at something under the house.
Luckily the timber walls are stronger than the plaster walls he’s already rearranged in the casita, but everything in the way of his exploration paid the price.
Thankfully nothing was broken. Just ripped bags, chewed cardboard and lots and lots of small bits to pick up.
One good thing came of it I guess… when I had to kneel on that manky old carpet piece that’s been our outside mat forEVER, I realised just how grimey it was. I actually went and cut another piece of old carpet and made a newer/cleaner outdoor mat.
And while I was at it, I cut a new piece for the back of the ute (truck to some).
Anyway, after all that you might be thinking “All this is very well, but what happened to the small changes challenge she set herself? All that big talk and then she stops posting/sharing/doing for twelve (12) whole days? Then she has the nerve to post about DOGS as if nothing’s happened? Does she think we didn’t notice she fell off the wagon? What sort of example is she setting? Who does she think she is?…”
Get off my back!
I’ve been busy, ok!
I’ve been busy, and tired, and lazy.
I took some time off from doing stuff.
I chose to watch TV instead of logging on in the evenings. I have a few things to share, which I will do over the next few days. I’ll drip feed it all and try to stretch it out so it looks like I’ve done more than I’ve actually done.
Don’t give up on me yet.