This is me relaxing on mom's painting table a few days ago.
Last night I climbed onto the very same table while mom was painting. I stepped on wet paint on her palette, then walked on a finished painting! Mom wasn't happy about that at all, needless to say. And I momentarily wound up in the dog house.
Crafty mom, though, was able to carefully cover over my paw print. And then she humbly apologized for yelling at me.
Then she said, "It's only a painting. You, my love, are forever."