Daisy's got a kennel

Some call 'um crates, others kennels, still others think we're cruel: Daisy's got her crate. Its a big black wire thing. She's been in and out of it all day. I finally had enough training (with the twix helping) and put her in her garage set up for a bit.

She getting it, no accidents except when Ryan let her out while I was working with Seany on the potty. Yes, it is v. frustrating to think everything is under control only to find, its not.

Seany is still sleeping. He's a wee tired lad. All kinds of preschool fun and then the bus ride home! Two days ago, Mark discovered someone (Seany) had gotten into the stain for the table and applied it to the table, a chair, and the bench top. On each was an item: the bench got the stir stick, the table had the roller, and the chair had a lovely trail of stain running down it. More work for me and another week without a dinette set in the kitchen. V. annoyed.

FYI, we know it was Seany because the evidence puts him at the scene. He was the only chicklet with stain on his hands, arms, and feet. And we have a reliable witness (Mark) who saw Seany exiting that part of the garage in a tremendous hurry. Seany should be grateful it was not, the Mommy who has spent 30+ hours on this project who discovered the 2 hours of sanding, 2 coats of restaining, and 1 coat of repriming that need to be done.