I got this SMS yesterday evening from Paolo after he had just arrived home:
I am gonna kill your dog. Spread her in pieces, cut her little filthy paws and make nice little medallions, pull her teeth out and make fishing baits…grrrr!
And despite the shitty day I was having the sun suddenly came out, little birdies began to chirp and the world wasn’t such a bad place after all. Because I was at work. Not at home, cleaning up the garbage Scapi scattered over every square inch of the dining room.
I mean, can you appreciate the genius? It’s like she’s a master painter, making sure each little horizontal area of her canvas has its decoration. Even the chairs have been pulled out and left slightly akimbo to the table.
The best part is that the pictures above are from the LAST time Scapi did this on a major scale, in January, when Paolo also made it home before me. Paolo didn’t take pictures this time because we don’t yet own a wide-angle lens. I love my dog!
Painting in garbage wears me out!
September 1st, 2008 at
this guy must be a Saint…
