Following Friday’s dog poo + carpet situation I thought that the best (read easiest) way to get it out of the mat by the door would be to put it in the washing machine.
Alas, the mat disintegrated.
I bought a new one today. The non-slip remnant of the old mat indicates it is a lot smaller than I thought. Not that William cares.
Date night for Pigalinas – after a couple of delicious beers and a (cheeseless) pizza in town we arrived home to a freezing cold house. While Mr Pigalina chose a movie I headed out to the garage for firewood.
The side door had come open and somebody has a habit of going in and pooing in the garage.
Sure enough, he had done it again – though it was only discovered once I had walked right across the light carpet in the lounge to deposit the logs.
Thanks mate. There’s nothing like a trail of crap on the carpet to make a date night awesome.
Pigalina's Palace 