The End of World War 3: Dog-Mageddon!

As you may know, I have had some serious issues with the dogs sleeping in the bed. If you were not aware of this, check it out. Dog-Mageddon was kind of a shitshow. One night a couple of months ago, I was sick, and the dogs were all over me in the bed and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and slept on the couch. That night, I think Danny realized I was at my breaking point and the next day he ordered an extra large memory foam dog bed. Let me just tell you about this dog mattress. It is almost as wide as our queen sized bed, and about 3 feet across. And then he decided that we needed to build a frame for it so that it was up off the floor. A frame that was the same height as the bed so that the dogs would feel like they are still on the bed with us.

Basic frame

Frame with center divider

Danny and Bozz breaking in the new bed. Look at Lola being a hussy and not using her bed!

So we built a dog bed. It is huge. But pretty awesome. It's got storage underneath (which we need soooo badly!), wheels for easy movement, and it's made out of solid wood. It is a sexy piece of woodwork. The interesting part is that Lola is the one who has been being an asshole and not sleeping on the dog bed at night. We were both so sure that Bozz would be resistant because he and the boy do some heavy duty spooning every night. But homeboy just gets right into his bed, nests up in his blankets and conks out. Lola, on the other hand, is still battling with me. But she'll get it. When she realizes that she can get a full night's sleep and not be kicked all night for laying on my feet, she'll move.

I mean, I guess your bed isn't good enough for you dogs...

The stain is the same color as the floor, so it matches!

Look at all that storage! And that good boy on his bed :-)

Oh, You Fency, Huh?

Well, we're almost halfway through January. Where, oh where has the time gone? Not much has been going on in Amber's World of Domesticating, because Amber is even more broke than before she had a job (oof, you know things are bad when I start referring to myself in 3rd person. I'm done with that now.)
Anyway, I don't think I ever told you about our fence! We started it Labor Day weekend, and it took us about 2 months to get to a place where we could actually let the dogs out in the back yard. It's still not completely done. I still have to stain about 1/4 of it and the garden fence, but I think we did a pretty damn good job!

First fence posts!

Some of the rails are up!

Other side of the yard, keeping out the Demon Bush!

Side fence...the gate wasn't done yet

Our neighbor has this demon thorny bush next to his driveway that we had to build the fence around. And I'm pretty sure that bush gave me more pricks than a college bar on a Saturday night! And because I'm smaller and Danny doesn't know how to use the paint sprayer, I got to climb around in the bush to stain that side of the fence. What. Fun. It was actually probably pretty entertaining to watch me in jeans, a hoody tied as tight around my face as I could get it and still breathe, a respirator, safety glasses and gloves, trying to protect myself from that pokey bastard and the toxic stain spray.

Demon Bush

Devil Thorns on the Demon Bush

Add a little stain...

 Here's the cool thing...we built this bad boy by ourselves, from scratch. None of that pre-fab panel shit. I can now take a glance at a piece of wood and be able to tell you if it's shit and warped, or if it will give you a lovely fence line. The security guards at the Menard's lumber yard know our car. I can contort my body to fit into 1/4 of the front seat of the Jeep, with bags of supplies in the footwell, and still hold on to 10 foot boards so they don't go through the front window.  I can carry and cut wood like a fuckin lumberjack. Table saw, you don't scare me. I have my own tool belt. In other words, Amber and Danny are fence building BOSSES!