We are putting a garage on our house. The lack of one didn’t seem to affect my lovely hubby when we bought it two years ago, but having lived through two of our beautiful Canadian winters clearing the snow off his car, he has decided we either move to the equator or we build a garage. Since I am not fond of air travel, I decided on the latter.
Now, after we spent all winter getting a permit for our build, we have two very sturdy construction men coming over on a regular basis to construct our garage. One is stocky and round, let’s call him Gus and the other is wiry and thin but has this massive moustache, the only large thing on his body. Let’s call him Rupert.
Well, Gus and his buddy have been over all of a day and have already transformed our front yard into a mess. Apparently, building a garage translates into making the deepest hole in the ground possible because they’ve been digging away like earthworms ever since they arrived.
To help them dig even dipper, they took apart our doggie fence and replaced it with this orange mess that I know our dogs will get through in no time. Trying to delay the inevitable, we have snuck all sorts of toys into their doggie house to try and entice them to stay in our yard.
Well, long story short, we’re hoping we’ll have a garage some time in the future. Right now we have a massive hole…and a dubious-looking fence.
So, we have a dog house. But our dog house is custom-built thing that has shingles on the roof and everything. The entrance is separated from the house but facing the wall so that the rain doesn’t bother our pampered pooches as they enter. It also has a nice, warm blanket inside and treats for our fluffy doggies.
This lovely invention came via my hubby, the therapist, who decided our dogs might be winter dogs but the weather in Canada was too harsh for their delicate constitutions. He also bought them an assortment of toys to keep them mentally motivated while they’re outside. Not to mention the massive boulders they’ve now learned to climb and to use to play.
When I heard he was also looking for a heated water bowl for them, I knew I had to put it on the blog.
But the final straw was what he said yesterday…
He thinks we should get a third dog because two is just not enough to make a comfortable doggy pack.
If we were having coffee, I’d be chatting about this week and asking you how it went. What was your highlight? And what part would you rather forget?
I’d tell you that we have a new addition to the house. My lovely hubby decided that our akitas were too ‘frail’ to be outdoors in our Canadian winters without some form of protection and called his handy-man, trusty Shane. Long story short, there’s a new small building in our yard, built specially for our doggies. It has a roof and everything.
Since I know for a fact that akitas are winter dogs, I have suspicions that my hubby and his friend were just looking for a reason to hang out and bang on things, but I’d ask you to keep that suspicion between us. No need to remove someone’s denial.
If we were chatting, I’d admit I took work home this weekend, something I seldom do. And hope you didn’t make the same choice and have a lovely, work free weekend ahead of you.
And I’d ask you what you were reading…and if you’ve heard of any good books you’d like to share…
And I’d thank Part Time Monster for this lovely meme. 🙂