With a thoughtful noise, Dominic held the paint down to Barnabas' level while reaching for a paint brush. "What do you think, boy?" The dog wagged his tail, and Dom nodded in agreement. The brush was dipped in paint and offered to the dog, who ran over and started pacing little laps at the base of the wall. Not exactly helpful, but it gave him something to do.
They weren't dressed to paint, or covering anything, but then that was just how things went with Dom, most of the time. "I'll help him, you start on that one?"