3 August 2018
With the last delivery of wood for the Music Room ceiling, we also ordered a kennel. Litsa, the marvellous assistant at the woodyard, who is always helping us, asked why we weren't making one from scratch, we said we were too busy building our own house to take time out to make one for the dog, we'd have a readymade one, please.
However, it did come flatpacked, so we spent Friday on construction, with Angel growing more and more suspicious.
With the last delivery of wood for the Music Room ceiling, we also ordered a kennel. Litsa, the marvellous assistant at the woodyard, who is always helping us, asked why we weren't making one from scratch, we said we were too busy building our own house to take time out to make one for the dog, we'd have a readymade one, please.
However, it did come flatpacked, so we spent Friday on construction, with Angel growing more and more suspicious.
The location, behind the big olive tree near the log store, where a big pile of brush had been standing, so the ground was quite clear.
The pile of brush, moved along the edge of the thicket by me, while Dave rustled up breeze blocks to keep the kennel off the ground.
Angel on the alert ...
... and dumped into the half-built kennel. Not good body language, but she doesn't like power tools. We got the large size, because we expect her to grow into it.
Finished
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