Floored

This past weekend, I did a bit of pet-sitting.  There's this adorable dog that I have minded for a while when his owner is out of town.  He also lived with two kitties, and I look after them too.  I sued to give him an afternoon walk, but I had to stop that for the surgery, and I've been waiting to see how the longer-term of the treatment affects me before I start back with that.

Pet-sitting, though, is like watching TV in someone else's house, except you have to get up and let the dog out from time to time.  I figured it was low impact enough that I could still handle it, so I said I would do it.  Plus, I've been missing the little fellow.  He's a sweetie.

One thing I forgot was how many steps the place has!  It was okay in the morning, but at the end of the day, I had a hard time hauling it up there.

It's a beautiful spacious older home, and the owner is slowly re-doing it, as time and money permit.  A little while ago, the carpet in the guest bedroom (where I sleep) got pulled up.  Guess what was underneath it?

Don't you love it?  It's one solid sheet of linoleum, from the 1920's to judge by the pattern.  It needs a good clean and shine, and those paint spots have got to be removed, but I am totally fascinated by it.  I love the pattern and the colors.  I could stare at it for hours.

If it were mine, I'd be hauling out the Mr Clean and the scraper and bringing that baby back to its former glory, for sure!  My pics don't do it justice.  The colors are bright and bold.  Yes, the pattern is a tad busy, but that's part of its overall charm.

I know that one day it will be gone, either pulled up and replaced or covered over by carpet once again.  It's inevitable.  I, for one, will be very sad when that happens.  At least I've got some pics.