My Helper

As  I mentioned in my last post I have an art room. It's the former nursery--who am I kidding-- it's just a very small bedroom in our house, but it's now my art room, and it's all mine. But it's in desperate need of a makeover. And I've been telling everyone and anyone that will listen to me that  I am renovating it.  If I could rent out a billboard and put it one of the main streets in  my town, I would.  I do this, because this is the only way that I can get things done.  If  I didn't, I would never do it--I'm a great procrastinator.

So a couple of weeks ago, I put a whole day aside to start cleaning it out.  It may be very small, but what's in that room could probably fill a whole house--in other words--it's a mess. I want to sort through everything, and see what I can get rid of, or move, or whatever.  It's a long process, because it's all of my art supplies--whatever they may be.  Well that day I had a helper--

Bob

Bob is a French Bulldog. He's my daughter and son-in-law's.  And if anyone knows anything about French Bulldogs, aside from food, they love, love, love people!   He is one of the friendliest dogs I've ever known. One of his favorite things to do  in the summer is go along with us when we go  to garage sales, because he loves mingling with all of the other garage salers--he's always the center of attention.

So a couple of weeks ago we were watching him on the day that I was going to clean out my room, but the first thing he had to do was go for a walk with  Fred, my husband.  That's a given--he knows that Fred will take him for a walk no matter what it's doing outside.

Not the greatest picture, but you get the point.

After the walk, he always gets a treat. This all tires him out and it'll be time for a nap.

And then he wakes up, and this happens every  time, he gets a bit worried that his Mom and Dad aren't coming back, and then he just wants to go home.

So you're probably wondering if we got any work accomplished in cleaning out my room. Well, I never even went into that room the whole time he was here.  But I am  going to get that room done.  My goal was mid December, now it's  mid  January ( It will get done!) In all actuality, Bob really isn't a dog--he just happens to look like one--he's just part of the family--he's Bob!