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At Incoming Bytes mayhem and destruction happens once in a while, giving me cause to scratch my head in wonderment at why things happen, mixed in with a bit of
Savvy
Such was the exterior drywall surface right beside an exterior door of mine; you got it, the door to freedom for my demolition-team pups.
The first time it happened, the door trim was chewed off and shredded, the adjacent drywall was almost non-existent, and exterior insulation was torn out--all the way to the exterior sheathing. A chunk of the door jamb itself was missing.
It was midnight, and a major social gathering was scheduled for the next day, so it was a night watch
panic repair -including a careful cutout of remaining shredded wood on the door jamb, and the necessary replacement, fill, and paint.
On the wall, I cut out the damaged drywall completely, re-insulated the wall cavity, installed new drywall, taped, filled, sanded, and top-coated again, sanding all the way to- perfection.
Objective: To finished painting and trim, included, that is! Invisible, perfect job, finished at 3:00 am- or was it 4:00am.
I am fast and good. A competent workman when I have to be. Kudos to me. Used the wife's hairdryer to accelerate paint drying too. Cool. Sometimes it's just good to be handy.
Pups forgiven, next day, party is on!
" Smells like fresh paint in here " someone comments.....
That was the first time. The second time, the lower cross-buck of the $400.00 (1979 price !) interior cedar door was also chewed away, damage beyond repair. Door trim conveniently removed,chewed to bits and broken too, repaired door jamb shredded again, and drywall again seriously damaged. After only a couple of hours in absentia. We're never leaving home again. Haywire pups.
It is surprising what you learn. We did not know that interior air so carefully filtered with a modern air-conditioning system could turn so unprintable blue. I should have pictures or kept a Mason Moonshine jarful of the blue stuff for proof.
*sigh. Sabbatical required. Cool down. Cooler heads almost prevail. Decisions necessary. Replace the whole door unit. Only seven hundred bucks. Install the new door unit, jamb, new lock set and all. Insulated steel door this time. Repair the drywall again, prime and paint, install new interior trim, job well done! Party on!
It does, however, seem that Tilly the Tall and Ebony the Short have
A brief diversion will reveal to the aware that whenever Mr. Buck and Ms Doe, Willie the wolf, Charlie Coyote, Peter Rabbit, Mega-moose or Bear himself happen to appear close at hand in the Great Outdoors, things happen. If they even smell like they're within a country mile or three, the friendly pooches want to see which of their friends is invading.
Human visitors of the door- knocker kind, a casual pickup truck or touristy turn-arounders a half mile away, the curious, dilapidated lost seeking directions or not, they all inspire the same effect.
Our research proves that Sam the Weasel, Murray Mink and Pierre le Stink don't help either, five times out of five. The dedicated dogs want out or the innocent handiest wall is doomed.
Off comes the broken trim. Again. Paint layers scratched off. Again. Enough of that.
Tape the joints, sand, prime and paint it, and replace shredded, broken trim. Innocent pups are required watch judiciously as repairs are made.
Right, that oughta' suffice -- until next time. And the time after that!
What is the answer? High-strung pets may deface walls repetitively. I have resigned myself to that distinct possibility.
Ka-ching! Think stainless steel, bullet-proof glass overlaid with ceramic tile. Scratch-proof. Right over top of the nice, perfect drywall repair. Perfect protracted thought. I did it.
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Yesterday I tiled a while and put an end to scratches, bite marks and destruction. More than half-way up the wall for good measure. Ha!
I can see it now. I'll be longing for the good old days. Tape the joints, sand, prime and paint it, and replace shredded, broken trim. I can do it with my eyes closed and one arm tied behind my back, midnight or not. I've got experience.
Right, that will suffice -- until next time. And the time after that! High-strung pets may deface walls repetitively. May? Will? Did! Emergency repair withdrawal, cold turkey.
What is the answer? Remind myself again. Real life. Haul out the wallet. Head to the building center.
Ka-ching! Ceramic tile. Scratch-proof. Bite-proof. Woof-proof. Tile a while and put an end to scratches, *bite marks and destruction. I'm recommending it to everyone. Party's on!
*Note to myself. Level surface grout so there's no place to insert teeth, fangs or claws.
I've got'em beat now. Maybe.
Is that incoming I hear?
