I was lying on the floor, cutting in the trim along the baseboard, when the dog came down. I’m uncertain how a dog interprets situations, but her response was to lie down right behind me, which was fine. However, as I moved along, I moved away, which incited her to rise and observe the act of running some sort of stick across the wall. Being that she prefers hands to run across her back, she stepped over me, laid down, and rolled over to expose her belly. Fortunately it’s just trim, so the dog’s not a weird shade of blue, and the wall is still primarily not shag.

She was moved along, and shortly thereafter I heard her climb the stairs. Shortly thereafter, I heard a call, “Dad: Dora’s got the stick you stir the paint with.” It was then reported that, “She got it on the carpet.”