I built this dog house for Simba, the bitch with the boy’s name. Yes, that really doesn’t sound good, but … back on topic. I scavenged all kinds of wood to build this, and I was so very, very proud of myself.
It was heavy.
I was less proud and a little pissed off when I had to carry the damn thing up the rocks to where Simba lived.
And then it was in place.
The boys looked at it like they wanted to christen it.
Simba moved in.
To be continued…