The other day Rory and I heard Mum and Dad talking about moving house. Blimey, we thought. Moving house. The only thing we had heard about moving house was when Mum was talking once. She said next time they moved it would be when the kids booked them into the 'old folks home' down the road.
Well, me and Rory thought we would have to become Therapy dogs. I said to Rory, don't worry about your slobber cause old people usually dribble too so that will be No Worries. At the old folks home, they would probably give us lots of treats and we might get to sleep on someone's bed. Oh well we thought, as long as we are with Mum and Dad.
We were all prepared for the big move. Then what should turn up but this. WTH? A new dog house for us? Yippee. We get to stay here.
Hmmm, looks interesting.
Here is Dad and James moving it around the back.
We had to help supervise.
Mango Master, if you are reading this, my Dad and brother actually put the roof on ALL BY THEMSELVES!
We were very impressed with their skill.
I was so excited I had to have a good ole shake.
Shall we go in Rory?
Can you come in James?
We love it.
Don't worry about the brick under the dog house.
It is a temporary measure cause the paving is very uneven.
Tyler came for a visit next day, and he fit in too.
One last photo to show you how my little brother is growing.
Notice my Mum's great invention.
A $2.00 garden pot with a $2.00 salad bowl inside.
She knows how to get a cheap raised food bowl.
Have a wonderful weekend everybuddy.
No worries, and love, Stella and Rory