We have been trying to put a new floor in our basement. Along the way, we have been trying to keep cats off the underlayment, trying to keep our dog from marking the floor as his territory, and trying to find time when someone is nearby to keep an eye on our kids while we do the time-consuming and definitely two-person task of laying a new floor.
Since we started, our one dog decided to eat a mourning dove and nearly die, throwing us into a tailspin. Then, our other dog ran on to the road in front of a speeding police car. The car hit her going nearly 50 mph. She's still alive, but very sore. Both dogs are now on a soft food diet which involves cooking them chicken. I'm starting to wonder if this was a big ploy on their part to get royally spoiled!
Needless to say, the floor is not done. All of it is finished with the exception of the last row of flooring which has to be cut to fit all the way down the room. Some day soon we'll have a moment of peace in which we can get it done.
