Anywho, yesterday, as we were leaving the Farm, we stopped by Rodney's house (farm caretaker), to tell him something, and he and his parents and uncle were building, Lady, his bull mastiff, a dog house out of scrap lumber. You should have seen this thing....OMG. If I could have figured out a way to take a picture of it to post here, just know I would have. And, they weren't even finished with it yet. One side had a skid--like they stack stuff on at Sam's--that a forklift can lift and move around. Now, before I go all critical, that could have been the bottom side, to raise the house slightly off the ground....I dunno...but the other sides were pieces of scrap lumber, and just not suitable for Lady, IMO. And did I mention they were all sipping, unobtrusively, on cans of beer, as they built??? And Rodney's mom was sporting a leopard hat??? Are ya gettin' the picture???
Frankly, I couldn't wait to jump out of the car and meet everyone, although I'd met Rodney's uncle before. I swear to heaven if they'd had a smoker goin', Fred would have had to drag me back to the car. When I saw what Lady was probably going to have to call home, I offered Rodney a big old fluffy, but lumpy, fiber bed, to cush & warm up the interior. Suddenly, 4 heads turned towards me, incredulously, as if I had lost my mind. In unison, they all said "For Lady"?? And when I said "Yeah!", they all laughed. I'm still going to take it up there next time I go, but I'm not thinking Lady is going to get to use it. Crud.
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