Some sorta progress.
I spent over an hour this evening plugging away at the living room, and you’d barely know I’d done anything. If it wasn’t for filling a bin, I’d be wondering if I’d dreamt it all. I did find some forgotten flavoured rawhides that I bought at some time in the distant past (judging by surrounding dated material, late 2008; or maybe the bag just fell down there from a more recent stratigraphic level). The grrrlz were more than happy to help me deal with those. The things smelled like roasted sewage while they were being chewed, but the grrrlz were thrilled, so I guess I can’t argue much.
Sounder snoopervises the latest binful of stuff:
Well, actually more like smoked sewage. Dogs have weird tastes.
she’s making sure you don’t pull things back out? Helpful! A full bin is most definitely progress, you should be very happy!
She’s checking for anymore stinky rawhides, I’m sure.
Now, as soon as the snow drift in front of the shed melts, I can swap the bins out.
I think she has her eye on that pumpkin face… looks tasty to me!
Or maybe the vanilla tealight that’s inside it.