Well, I promised I’d get Elizabeth to post a photo of my new place when it was all done. Joe finished it just in time for the first fluffy white stuff, so I was nice and cozy while I watched it fall from the clouds. Elizabeth moved the house so I wouldn’t get as much wind blowing in, and she promises to put a flap on the door, too, because it’s so big. She says that’ll help keep my body heat in the house. She doesn’t want me to heat up the rest of Canada, she says. She talks a lot….
I really like my new house. There’s enough room for a bed and my furry brown blanket. My pal Squirrly seems to be happy sleeping with me out here, too. And the counterfeit Croc Al let me take home from his place is sitting in the run so I can give it a toss if I feel like playing a bit while I wait for my two-leggers to wake up.
There’s a lot more going on in the neighbourhood – either that or my new digs are located in a better place for me to see and hear everything. I found stuff to bark about nearly all last night!
I’m not the only one in the neighbourhood to get a new house, either. There are some neighbours down the road from us who never quit building. They’re hammering away day and night. That’s part of what I bark at. I wish they’d go to sleep for a while. I miss the peace and quiet….
Elizabeth and Kay took me over to see what was going on over there last week. I was so shocked I had to ask Elizabeth to take another picture, this one of the noisy two-legger’s house. When I was last down there a week earlier to check on neighbourhood goings on, there was just a cement foundation in place. Now look at it!
And they did all that in the time it took Joe to build my place! Mind you, these folks have more helpers than Joe, and much bigger, smellier machines that they use, too. Those also get me barking…. They make a lot of noise going up and down the road, and they belch big puffs of black smoke into the air. Elizabeth tells me that they came all the way from BC with the big trees these two-leggers are using to build their house. Apparently, that’s a long, long way!
I don’t know. Joe just cut down one dead tree to put my house up. And I like the way it snuggles in among the trees around it. He made it from trees, but they were trees that he had to cut down from around his own house, and he didn’t use a whole bunch of trees – just what he needed to make my place safe and strong for me. This place… well, it doesn’t look anything like what it used to. It was beautiful with big pine and poplar trees on the side of a big rocky hill near the end of a shallow bay and swamp. Now it’s just a great big house made with huge dead tree trunks on a concrete platform in a gravel pit. They blasted away a lot of the rocky hillside. That made me bark, too!
Sometimes I have a hard time understanding two-leggers….