Years ago we lived in a house that had a small porch at the front door, our dog loved to sit on the bench in it and watch the world go by. My father painted the woodwork in the porch but didn't close the door to allow the air to circulate. There was a trail of white footprints from the porch, along the hall to the kitchen and the dog had a white bum! Needless to say a repaint was required.
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