I got the backer board down to the tune of LB’s moping and getting in the way, swept off his bed outside and set it down where it belongs.
“Go lay down” is a command he knows well – he hears it fifty times a day – and it means “on your bed.” Right now he’s only technically obeying, as if he’d never seen that bed before. This isn’t right, nothing is right, I’m not going to just lay on my bed and pretend everything’s right when nothing is right…
Must be the smell. He’ll get over it, he regularly does. In the meantime he’s a pest. Don’t know what I’ll do with him when I start tiling the main room…
Do you caulk all of those seams, or does the tile-laying goo sort of do that automatically?
You are mess-up his world!
The tile adhesive takes care of that.
I was going to say that he’ll appreciate the nice warm this winter, but with all that fur, nice warm will probably just be one more rotten thing you’ve done to upset him.
Yeah, pretty much. He actually seemed to like it when the floor got cold, just as he much prefers winter to summer. I’ve often thought that in a more fair universe, Little Bear would have been born into a sled team.
I might be wrong Joel, but looking at that picture I think that your space is flowing. At least a little! Can you feel it when that happens?
It mostly just sits there, Ben. Flows a little when I’ve nipped a bit too much bourbon.