I blame Calamity. So the husband sent me a text Tuesday reminding me to, "paint the dog house." Which I got around to doing...eh, say 20minutes before it started raining. *sigh* As it was pouring down rain, I tried to drag it into the house. No luck. Then I tried to tuck it up underneath the eve of the house. No luck. Then, watching the paint pour off the house, I threw an ugly old blanket on top of it-then dug out an old piece of tin the husband had in the garage.