The tile went down on the floor last week. It looked absolutely lovely, until it dried. The tilers did something wrong with the grout and it somehow changed from a dark chocolate colour to a creamy grey. I don't want to revisit the 80s and go with the contrasting grout look, so they will have to come back and replace it.
Contractor has been asked to come over for a chat today. So far, his drywallers, his electrician and his tilers have messed up royally. His charm and his humour are losing their shine and I have had about enough. A contractor is only as good as his (her) trades, and so far his are shit. I'm seriously considering letting him go and hiring somebody else to finish the job.
It used to be a joke that he better finish before Christmas. Now there is no chance that it will be done by then.
In the meantime, I've arranged for Lewis to have a couple of private training classes. I chose not to do the group classes thing with him because I don't think he should have to worry about being pounced on or eaten by a six month old lab/husky/whatever. However, I've found a trainer that comes to you to work with your animals on a one on one basis, so we're going to address a few small behaviours that I'm struggling to train properly.
Dangit, I figure if I'm going to be stuck with a big echoing hole downstairs, I might as well use it to train the puppy.
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