Don't worry, it's not blood... it was not a happy discovery yesterday when J. came into the studio and found that a bottle of red stamp-pad ink had had some sort of malfunction, tipped over, and been walked in by you-know-who. Before he realized that one of her back paws was completely saturated, there were paw-prints all over our work surfaces, my ironing board, the lining material for my new skirt (thankfully not the skirt itself,) the table we eat on, various papers and photographic prints, and J's pants. You can't get mad: it certainly wasn't her fault! We cleaned things up as best we could, and she happily surrendered her paw to be wiped and blotted; her mouth and tongue weren't red so we don't think she had eaten any of it, cleaning herself off. This picture was taken the day after the fact and isn't nearly as dramatic; you can sort of see the state of the pants -- I'm not sure anything, even OxyClean, will take that ink out.