|Jonathan, Lucky, Max and Willow|
and the completed dog house.
Since Jonathan usually spends a long weekend with me at Thanksgiving, I'm always looking for short projects we can do that will develop his manual and thinking skills. Something he can do besides texting his friends and playing video games. Something requiring planning, thinking, and a tangible result.
Since Lucky is technically HIS dog, what better way for Jonathan to show responsibility than to build "his dog" a dog house. I have tons of scrap wood and screws (one of the advantages of living on a large property is my ability to store stuff), so the project wouldn't cost us a dime.
|Our plans on paper, and the pattern|
for the upper curve of the door,
of Jonathan's design.
It was glorious fall weather, great for being outdoors, no jacket required. We reviewed our materials, set up a table out by the shed, lined up all our fabulous battery-powered DeWalt tools, then sat down with paper and pencil to design a house. I had a some exterior siding left over from the shed's construction that would not need painting, some 1"x1" remnants for the supports, and a neat wooden "counter top" I had salvaged off of someone's trash pile . . . . . (yep, I'm a certified dumpster diver with the T-shirt to prove it - but that's another story.) I had been saving that plank for about 10 years, waiting for a perfect application. The width of our doghouse was determined by that top. The length and height were determined by how much siding we had to work with.
|Granny (that's me) operating the skill saw.|
Very important was the skeletal support. The frame had to be sturdy. Lucky is a powerhouse of a dog and would tear up anything weak. Based on the sides we had cut out, we determined the length and height the framing posts needed to be, then built the frame. That was an interesting project all in itself. Both Jonathan and I learned some things about structure from that.
|Jonathan operates the battery powered drill.|
|Jonathan's door pattern, and the finished product.|
|Coaxing Lucky into her house|
Our yard, camper in background.
|After Lucky loses her fear of getting in, |
Jonathan and Lucky take turns
jumping in and out.
A most satisfying outcome, and my heart is still full of thanksgiving for yet another wonderful memory at Old Hammond Hideaway!