One afternoon, a week or two after I’d bought Hershey’s radio controlled car we went to the local park. It’s a big one with tennis courts, playgrounds and the nearest dog park. Our objective today wasn’t the dog park but the tennis courts. I thought the RC car would be far more fun if it had a hard surface to run on and build up some speed.
Hershey eventually likes to take the indoor toys outside, a fate from which they never return. In this case it’s not so much a banishment as it is a return.
A few years back, when Hershey was the only dog, we discovered an exciting new toy. One day at one of the dog parks we went to there was suddenly a commotion at the fence, and Hershey was right in the middle of it. While often “commotion at the dog park” is a synonym for “unexpected trip to the vet” it was not the case that day.
(Professional pets in a closed house. Do not attempt.)
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s me laughing at the naive and foolishness of my Past Self. He thought he could build, stain, and cover a structure the size of Imelda Marcos’ closet (her handkerchief closet, but still) in 48 hours!
Having chosen the “wing it” method of construction I found myself discovering on the fly things I would need to get the job done, or even started. To save you the hassle of discovering all this on your own let me give you a run down of the things you will need.
To build a cattery you will need:
I majored in fiction writing in college. I’ve done squat all with my degree professionally but I’ve always wanted to try my hand. The problem with writing for me isn’t the coming up with ideas (those pop up almost TOO frequently) but the actual getting the words down. Well, more reworking the words into something fit to print.
This is Hershey’s tail:
It is a big, meaty, beaty, club of a tail that she flails around with reckless (and sometimes wreckful) abandon. Many a shin and knee has been assaulted by this fearsome bludgeon of joy.
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