When I was in college, my roommate and I decided to paint our apartment a bright blue. We bought the paint at the local hardware store, two hippies in a conservative Vermont town. We didn't get the lid on the paint well, and leaving the store my dog, Parker, ran up to us - tail wagging, body wiggling and curling up - and I tripped and spilled the paint all over my black dog. For weeks all of the local farmers would stop me and ask "Why'd you paint your dog blue?".