The Pup In The Plastic Bubble

When Daddy started tearing out the plaster and lath walls it was time for me to take refuge in a safe place. Daddy made this plastic bubble to protect me from all of the dust. Well, it isn't exactly a bubble, it's really more of a plastic wall, but it did work to keep me safe from breathing in all of the plaster dust. This way, I was able to stay in the upstairs of the house and watch Daddy and Mommy (and sometimes Matthew) work instead of having to stay downstairs and be all lonely.