We're going to a show tomorrow! This is what I woke up to this morning:
Yes, yes, that's paint. My brother has been painting the trim on the house in the dog pen. He said it was dry enough for them to sleep out there. Evidently not. I'll be picking little specks of paint out of his tail up until the moment we go into the ring, I'm afraid.
In other news, Flynn seems to think fresh salmon is highly suspect.