Oy!

This was going to be a post where I praised Brodie on how well he has been doing. No accidents in the house, letting us know when he needs to go out, actually going off the deck readily to do his business, and today's bit of wonder, I left the basement door open every time I went down to the studio and he didn't come down the stairs. Each time I came up to check on him, things were just fine. I was so proud of our little man.

That is until I came upstairs around 6 pm because of a phone call and saw - much to my complete and utter disbelief - that he had chewed on the window frame in the office.

At first I was bewildered because there this orange stuff on the window and was wondering how orange stuff could have gotten on the window frame. All this pondering was going on as I was walking to my desk and talking on the phone. As I got closer to my desk, I came to the realization that there was no mysterious orange stuff on the window frame - the orange 'stuff' was wet wood.

Of course, I had to wait until I was off the phone to inform Mr. Brodie that chewing on the country home was a bad thing. A very bad thing indeed.

In other news, a glaze firing has been kicked off tonight.