Sunday, May 24, 2009

A very, very, very fine house


So, I've had a few days off, and I needed a project.

Building this doghouse began as a very simple project, necessitating the use of very simple tools. Then Scott got involved (does this sound familiar?), and it became far more complicated (I'm talking to you, DAD). Then we had to insulate, and use the table saw, and fashion outlookers and fascia and drip edge. Then it had to match the house. These boys and their T&A. It's just a damn doghouse.

So here it is. Mr. Hopkins's house. He's been in it for a grand total of fifteen seconds. But it was a great fifteen seconds, let me tell you.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Not tutored?



The vet told us to restrict Mr. Hopkins's activity for 5-7 days. Right. Notice how crunched up and filthy his collar is - and this picture was taken two hours after we left the vet's office. "Oh, I just had major surgery? Really? Why haven't you thrown that ball yet? Play? Play?! PLAY, DAMN YOU!"

Five to seven days? Not on your life.