Years ago my daughter owned the most cantankerous Boston Terrier ever born. Lainie-Bug was the apple of her eye. The dog could do no wrong. I came in from school one day and thought there had been a massacre in my home.
There was red fluid in the dog beg, on the couch, the floor. I went into full crime buster mode looking for splatters. Then we all noticed that the Boston had one red paw. She stood there sheepishly eyeing me. I asked “What did you do?” Obviously she made no reply. Then I found a weapon…a red ink pen. The legend of Red Paw was born. Anytime something went sideways we searched the dog.
I was reminded of this yesterday. The newest member of our household (also a Boston) stuck her nose in the green paint I was working with. I yelled at my daughter to keep “Kermit the Dog” up front and let me work. But no, this was not to be. I had a dog helping me ever step. That animal wiggled between me and the can. She wiggled between me and the wall. In short, where ever I needed space there was a dog.
Then I noticed this morning that the Dog Has A Green Butt. The Legend of Green Butt is born.