The next day I came home from work to a brand new drop ceiling. The room now has a new sense of lightness and brightness. Dad took me around and showed me many of his finishing touches like a new light at the bottom of the stairs, painting the stair handrail, and giving the exposed ductwork and support pole a fresh coat of paint too.
Bianka acted as if she were the construction suprivisor, going around and sniffing all the areas where the work had been done. As she completed her survey of the site, she turned to head up the stairs, and something caught my eye. I turned to Dad and said "I see you had help with the painting."
She always did enjoy painting. See the post titled Another Bianka Story.
In the mean time her new nickname is White Ear.