My wife has the patience of a saint when it comes to putting up with my hobby - even to the point whereby she doesn't object to the thousands of little bits of transfer backing paper that litter the floor around my desk like so much pale blue confetti.
But she did object when, the other day, Cadfael came downstairs in the morning bearing an Imperial Guard squad marking...on his nose.
The worst of it was that because his nose is so wet it had actually activated the transfer!
I love my corgi.
[Who needs to teach his dog that the Cadian 24th wear '24' on their shoulder pads - not '50'.]