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When it comes to smashed grapes, I tend to be more of a white wine lover.  But every now and then, I do love to sip some red.  However, this past weekend proved to me why I should probably save it for very special occasions (like when the floor is lined with plastic).

So it was a chilly Friday evening, and my hubby and I decided to open up a bottle of Cakebread while watching a movie.  Goatdog was snuggled up next to me on the sofa, and the Pinot Noir was just the perfect addition to a cozy night at home.  I was reaching for my glass to take only my second gulp (I swear I wasn’t shnockered!), when my hand completely lost its grip.

Red wine sprayed all over the room like a damn fountain.  We immediately jumped off the couch to assess the damage, and, I swear, it reached places I didn’t even think were possible.  The sofa, the rug, the wall, the coffee table, and my pants were completely soaked with red wine.  Holy crap, right?!

Armed with water and crazy amounts of paper towels, we went to town blotting only to realize that Goatdog was leaving a trail of red all throughout the house.  Apparently, he, too, had been hit with the explosion.  So my husband squeegeed the dog’s legs the best he could as I continued to blot like a madwoman.

Two rolls of Bounty later, we’d soaked up as much as we possibly could.  The only thing left to do then was to cross our fingers and hope for the best.  Miraculously, when we woke up the next morning, the stains appeared to be all but gone.  The same, however, could not be said for the dog’s hair.  To this day, poor Goatdog’s front legs still have a reddish hue to them.  I guess, on the plus side, he’ll look pretty darn festive for the holidays???

 

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