The team of painters that I hired played

The team of painters that I hired played a punch buggy variant called "punch bucket", which led to colorful misbrushings all over my living room. My dog was covered in streaks of

random paint drops. I was so mad. That could kill a dog. I took my dog, Jack to the pet groomer. A museum curator with a labradoodle shrieked, "I must have that dog!"

And that is how my dog (aptly re-named "Spot") became the canine ambassador for The Louvre. Lucky dog, my Spot. He was art AND he represented art. Spot got to travel all over the

the Louvre leaving his mark. He favored Greek statues, paintings with trees & still lives. Since Spot was the Canine Ambassador of Art, his 'works were displayed at the Poo Pee Doo

old adversary Bob Barker. Bob Barker had called Spot a philistine. Spot put his mark over Bob Barker's mark on the giant fire hydrant sculpture and went on, spraying this way and

that way, eventually spraying the boots of Gozer the Gozerian who became enraged and caused the giant fire hydrant sculpture to become alive. The Hydrant sprayed Bob and Spot until

around 5:00 or 6:00, the water pressure was seriously lacking and the giant fire hydrant decided he was drunk and needed to go home. Bob and Spot gave up trying to pee on the fire

Then they too went home, entering through a doggie door. Their food and water were waiting. Mr. Jones had been waiting for them all night. He was ready to sleep at 2am.

when their baying had burst his last nerve. He girded his loin and jumped down from the top tower to the castle gate before you read the when you just read. So has been the case.