When it Hits the Fan
I was painting my living room one hot summer day, and my good ol' dog, Hobbes, was looking for relief from the heat. Spotting the box fan I had set up to dry the paint, he lay down in front of it to grab some shut-eye.
As I was finishing the second coat, I stepped down off my ladder and right onto the back of my roller pan. It flew up, hit the back of the fan and sprayed paint all over the room—but especially on poor Hobbes. He slowly lifted his head, looked at his paint-covered body, stretched and went back to sleep.
While the dog didn't seem any the worse for the experience, I learned a hard lesson about paint pan placement.