Mammajoy

Building the Dog House

 

 

My husband is one handy fello.  The old garden shed that some friends gave us has not only been used on the chicken coop, but we even had enough to make a little dog kennel for Grubby.  Matt just bought some pine, re-used an old shelf for the bottom and the sheets of tin on the sides to make a cosy little house for our pooch.

The way I just wrote that, makes it sound like he's adorable and we love him.  But in reality he drives me nuts and he's only slightly more cute than he is annoying.

 

 

It was all hands on deck and the kids loved being allowed to paint for a change.  I'm usually the paint-master in this neck of the woods.  Painting is just sometimes so much more relaxing when you're not panicky about the walls being painted too.  Or the couch.  Or the TV.  But outside they could paint messy and it didn't matter.

 

 

 

It took one afternoon for Matt to knock this together and I love it.  It's in my favourite colour, it's a unique shape, and it's made with recycled materials.

Did any building happen at your place these holidays?  Do your kids love to paint?

 

Day One

There was A LOT of excitement in our home today.  We've been looking for a puppy for ages now and when we heard there was one available in our price range we contacted the owner straight away, visited the puppy and fell in love.  Well, maybe not love.  But definetly a strong like.

We told the kids last night that we are buying a puppy and oh.my.heavens they were beside themselves with glee!

Of course then the puppy actually turned up this morning and the girls fled to their bedrooms, refusing to come out until the 'dog is on a LEASH MOM'!  (Yes, Jessica sometimes does the American accent, I think it adds a more dramatic, diva effect).

But nonetheless, here he is in all his cute, fluffy cuteness.

Meet Grubby....

* This photo is blurry, hard to photograph a dog who won't stop moving!

He is a 4th month old Maltese x Shitzu (we think?) and so far we ADORE him.  Sure he spent the first half of the day trying to MOUNT MY CHILDREN.  No one prepared me for that.

After a few swift smack to the rump he soon learnt that this was not okay.

He was also an 'inside dog' for the first half of today.  We made it to lunch time and then I declared a time out.  The boys were so hyper! excited! and this poor pup was just exhausted.  

And I was a little freaked out by the whole dog-inside-the-house thing.  I tried.  But whenever he walked past me in the kitchen I got a fright.

I know.  I'm a wimp.

So Grubby slept all afternoon, tired out by all the chasing and ball throwing and picking up and down and up and down and up and down that my boys inflicted upon him.

I'm praying now that this dog will live to see it's first birthday!

Welcome to the family Grubby.

We promise to always love you, hide you when it's storming, pat you and cuddle you 'till you get sick of us and we'll try and feed you at least every second day.  Seriously, we're a bit slack on that front.  Just ask the guinea pigs.