I hate cleaning

But Cousin R is dropping by to deliver Dog Cousin Allie, who I will be dogsitting for a few days. So I had to do something about the place. It looked a little like someone had decided to open an ammunition store/kennel.

It still looks like that, but now it looks like the sort of place where you'd actually go for all your ammunition and dog boarding needs.

"I got yer 5.56 62-grain penetrator on stripper clips, and I got a squeaky 'possum fer the little guy. You want I should bag 'em together or separate?"

Perhaps I have a future in this...

I cannot wait to get out of this place.