My new nickname is Bonehead Bax. My people started calling me that last night after I rolled in a pile of wet cement. Wes and my Gramps are building a shed in our back yard, and Lexie and I are helping as much as we can, even if the people don't know they need the help. We helped Wes move the post-it notes he was using as measurements. We relocated a glove. And inspected the hammering process up close. Last night when I rolled in the cement all I was doing was checking to make sure it was the right consistency. What I didn't realize was fur and cement don't mix. Cheryl said I looked like I had a gray mask on one side of my face. She freaked out a little bit, but then just started laughing hysterically. She helped me take a shower under the water hose to rinse it off. It reminded both of us of that story about the pig who ran away from home because the farmer's wife cleaned the farm and his mud hole. It so happens that that pig found wet cement that he thought was mud so he sunk deep down into it, only to have it do what cement does. Thank goodness no one had to call the rescue folks to get me unstuck like they had to that pig. The building process continues tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.
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