It’s like the law that you have to take a picture of your one-year-old in a pink tutu before she gets old enough to object to it.
Over at the house today to measure and plan for fencing; our biggest challenge is making sure that it is absolutely safe and impenetrable to the dogs, looks decent from the street, but doesn’t cost tens of thousands of dollars. Or, for that matter, ones of thousands of dollars. I have some ideas, but we’ll see how they pan out.
The kennels are all in and, seriously, they could not be better. They fit perfectly, which is nothing short of a miracle, and they seem to be well-built for the price. Tomorrow we will go over to make final plans for containment and hopefully get a start on installing it.
New puppy arrives at the end of the week! I don’t have a firm day yet but I expect to get a call tomorrow or Wednesday with the flight time and number. So we’re down to the wire and we need to get those dogs moved. And, if all goes well, that means Bramble comes home from the kennel too. That poor thing has spent more time being boarded than he spent with us; more than half of his life has been being boarded. I know we’ll have some serious training to do!