My handsome terrier, Angus, who knows how to pose.
The dogs like to hang out here (though I have been very careful during this process not to endanger them with all the broken nails and falling objects.) So now they have a better view. And in a few days, they'll have a better place from which to take in the view. Gone will be the Downspout to Nowhere (oddly, the only part of this house that has a gutter is the Jed Clampett!)
Gone will be the slanty stairs, the droopy doorway, the fusty floorboards and the rusty rail.
It's time for a new outlook...a new door and window, in fact.
Next time: an account of my fabulous trip to Gaston & Wyatt, where the perfect door and window found the perfect home. As we loaded the door (pre-hung, fir, 3-panel, 3-light, 2-8/6-8) into the truck, I felt like I was bringing home a puppy from the pound. Someone didn't want this door that will suit my little house just fine. So I brought it (and a lovely casement window) home for a song.
Phew I am tired.
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