A Cat Crap Palace.

The puppy, though cute, is a bit of a handful.  He's nearly 6 months old now, full of vim and vigor, and he manages to get into all sorts of mischief.   He's into the usual doggy sports- i.e. digging through my vegetable garden and eating cat litter.

Yes.  He eats cat litter.  With a side of kitty roca.  With gusto.  Imagine my joy upon finding him zooming through the house with a fresh cat turd firmly held in his mouth.   Oh, there were words, all right.  And the requisite call to my husband "WHY DID YOU WANT A $#(@ing PUPPY!?"

Thankfully, I use a wheat cat litter, so at least I know that it's somewhat edible and it's (hopefully) not going to impact his intestines.  But there's something REALLY annoying about having to stash away the litter box every time I let the dog roam the house. 

Something had to be done.  And without further ado, I present to you the Cat Crap Palace in its currently unfinished glory.  Sturdy (extravagant 2x4 construction), an entrance only big enough for the cat, and complete with plenty of ventilation,  I'm really hoping this will work.
 

 And as it sits now, with a bit of primer. 

Guess how much I'd rather be working on my boat?!

He'd better grow up to be a water dog!

New Favorite Spot

I may have a new favorite spot in the world.

 BBQ season doesn't stand a chance this year.  

Is building things infectious?  Because it's pretty much the only thing I want to do now.  

Thanks to Val for the photos!  More pictures from our day here! 

Valentine's Day 2012

You should know how this blog goes by now. I post and post and post and then I fall off the earth for a couple of weeks (or a month) and then I go back to the post and post and post routine.

But this time it's a little different.

I managed to drown my brand new gorgeous laptop. In beer.

Yeah.

Not my proudest moment.

The good news is that I uploaded all my photos from all of my crazy photography outings that I've been on lately. Engagement photos, new house photos, another set of engagement photos (teeny tiny mini session, but it still counts!) and pet photos. So nothing was lost, thankfully. BUT, it has hindered me in my ability to share things with you.

Things like my Valentine's Day gift to my husband. What do you give a man who has everything he wants? You make him stuff.

Like beer truffles (...ironically flavored exactly like the beer my laptop chugged shortly before its death.. so much for being budget conscious on V-Day!).

But how do you give him beer truffles?

You make a heart-shaped box out of an old rafter from your new house.





I love it. I'm not proud of it because it's perfect (I couldn't stay on the line to save my life), I'm proud of it because I made it. And it was functional. And someday I'll look back on this little rugged box and laugh, Oh, you were such a beginner.

Someday.