After puttings Oleg to sleep last night the little critter must have climbed out for his crib. I found him this morning in grand portrait hall surrounded by paint pots, brushes and painty little paw prints.
Turns out that little Oleg is less Picasso, more Pollock. I spent all afternoon cleaning grand portrait hall but I fears Aleksandr’s Picasso will never be the same.
So, instead, we are hopings that brand new recorder might channel Oleg’s artistic streak into somethings a little less messy…I’ll lets you know in my bloggings next week!
