Well we are in the midst of having the entire interior painted. You can find every shade of wall and trim just by watching the gang parade past. So tonight as dinner time arrived and everyone is looking for dinner, the door bell rings its the flooring man, the phone rings "Would I like to do a survey" ,are they crazy? Of course my husband is working from home this week and is on the phone. Then imagine a long foyer, ours is about 30 feet a basset hound at one end a very large Labrador at the other, they assume the positon, a painter with an open conatiner going towards the front door, a flooring man clueless of what was about to happen. I see them out of the corner of my eye. They freeze staring each other down, I yell no "Blinkies" in the house, Zeus the lab blinks, I guess I broke his concentration, Hoagie the basset charges ( the idea is the dog that blinks gets chased by the non blinker, thus the word "Blinkies", the painter in the middle spins trying not to drop his buckets, flooring man gets knocked, as they run circles around them and then out of the room and it was over. I am not sure the painter is coming back tomorrow. But thats OK its Friday and the boys are coming home for Fathers Day weekend, and Dan will meet Sully the Newfoundland
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