Today I finally got around to painting the door that has A.J.’s dog door in it. (Yes, it’s been two months since the door was put in. What’s your point?) I taped around the door and then wandered back and forth between the patio and the garage to get paint, brushes, drop cloths, etc. A.J. was following me every step of the way, until the last trip. “Wow, he must have gotten tired of going back and forth and decided to just settle down in the backyard.” Wrong. A.J. decided to help: