Monday, March 15, 2010

The Greatest Dog House. Ever.

Not much gardening occurred this past weekend, as birthday parties, Cub Scout outings and general illness seemed to rule the day.  However, my son seemed to find time to erect an entire house.  Using nothing but firewood and castoffs from the garden fence, he erected, all by himself, a doghouse to Winston, the dog we are dogsitting.  The pieces we had available were no more than a foot long, yet through his hard work he created larger boards to build the walls and hold the entire structure together.  I couldn't be more proud.

Those Scouts had better be ready when the Pinewood Derby rolls around in a couple of months.  My son won't let me help him.  No matter how much I beg.  And, I guarantee he will have the best car there.

P.S.  Pay no attention to the grass.  Pretend it's all green.  We killed this lawn off with every intention of replacing it over the winter.  Unfortunately, life gets in the way.


  1. Dear Turling, Congratulations to your son. What a very splendid achievement. It is always so very encouraging seeing young people tackling difficult tasks and succeeding.

    You clearly are going to be very busy with your lawn over the next few weeks. I shall be interested to see the progress.

    And a very warm welcome to Blotanical.

  2. Yes, that is the greatest dog house ever! I hope that my son will one day show interest in the cub scouts as well. What a great early lesson on self-sufficiency!

  3. Thank you both for the words of encouragement. My son is glowing.