Last July 4th, Wild Dingo’s rock star lifestyle took a back seat to a white picket fence and dog yard for our wild beast. This year, Mr. Wild Dingo wielded the tool belt and power tools to build a tree house—for the dogs. And as usual, it took a lot of work on both our parts.
Here’s what Mr. Wild Dingo did:
Here’s what I did:
Good thing we only do these once per year. I don't think I have the stamina to do that much work on a regular basis.
Wild Dingo begins construction on a new home.
County Dog-ficials were alerted to new construction so Permit Inspectors show up.
"Um...excuse me Ma'me, do you have a permit for this new building?"
"Well as long as there's no running water, we'll allow it.
But make sure the piers are 25 feet deep per earthqauake regulations."
"Sheer" wall goes in.
This Inspector prefers to maintain her Victorian lady-like dignity while the boys work outside.
There's nothing hotter than a husband weilding a tool belt working the power tools.
Loki's ears tell us he's not all too certain he likes the going's on around his yard.
Sometimes I think he can't get more handsome. Then he pulls out a pose like this.
Behold! The Treehouse.
County Inspectors doing what they do best: nothing.
Occupants move in.
This Inspector requested safer on-ramp/exit ramp.
So she got miniture stair-stops.
I am Juno Belle Starling and I approve this on-ramp.
There seems to be plenty of ventilation in this house.
More tree house shennanigans to be posted later this week!
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