...building heavy-duty shelves for my Dad's workshop.
And building shelves led to Tig (my dog) discovering that no one is watching his every move. With this, he went to my parents' bathroom to eat toilet paper to his heart's content. I swear that if you left that dog to his own devices he would subsist on post-its, sandpaper, toilet paper, and maybe a few cucumbers.
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