Barcelona is hot

... literally.

And we had sooo much to do. Paint the walls, set up the wardrobe, etc. I helped with painting as much as possible, although people around here seemed not to appreciate my intent to help dispersing the colour with my hair. I mean, a furry head comes in handy when you need an additional pinsel. But they wouldn't let me.

So, I resortet to guarding the balcony. You never know who comes through that door. Actually you can hear loads of other dogs barking Catalan out there, but I haven't seen one so far. Strange. So, in the meantime I keep guarding the door...