I have a confession to make. I haven't washed my kitchen floor since the construction started at the beginning of October. Now granted, most of that time I didn't have a kitchen floor but I know that there's been one for probably a month or so. And there definitely has been one for the entire last week after the crew finished up last Thursday. But I didn't wash it then because I was painting and moving dirty dropcloths around. And it was raining and the dogs were tracking in mud.
Although the floor felt a bit gritty underfoot, I still didn't think it looked that bad. So today I started washing it. After emptying the second bucket of muddy water and filling it again for a third pass, I knew that I had chosen the PERFECT dog floor. It's a gift, really. I can pick flooring to disguise the presence of animal dirt. I picked a carpet so that it wouldn't show cat barf and it worked so well that both Gregg and I have stepped in cat barf on more that one occasion. (Although hearing him tell his mother, God rest her soul, that we were going to get carpet the color of cat barf made me think I had to chose my descriptors more carefully in the future).
So for any of Ray's fans that are interested in what Ray's kitchen looks like now, here are some before and afters.
The Magic Mud-Colored Floor
Ray and Murphy after a hard day's play