Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Rinsing

Same job, different jobber. My daughter did the evening wash today. The dog has been getting on her nerves a bit, slightly over stressing the fan club allegiance. We have taught him quite a few things, like not being allowed in the bedroom, which serves as our TV viewing room too. But for some reason he has always assumed he is not allowed in the kitchen either. I guess it may be because you have to take a step down into the area, so there is a kind of natural border. He is not dumb, as I remarked the other week, checking for cars before crossing the street, so he is usually at the door watching if there is someone in the kitchen in case there are scraps on offer. Anyway, he dilligently followed her back to her room when she had finished, but now he has just gone back to his post on hearing the sounds of food preparation beginning.
Charcoal on certridge 38x53cm