Wild Dingo

Last July 4th, Wild Dingo’s rock star lifestyle took a back seat to a white picket fence and dog yard for our wild beast. This year, Mr. Wild Dingo wielded the tool belt and power tools to build a tree house—for the dogs. And as usual, it took a lot of work on both our parts.

Here’s what Mr. Wild Dingo did:

1. Bought and read some books on hi-wind-exposed tree house design
2. Bought the wood, hardware and rope
3. Recycled old netting left over from Nitwit Bridge project
4. Bought patio pillows for dog beds at a furniture sale (like those are gonna last)
5. Measured stuff
6. Wore a tool belt for two days
7. Mitered, ripped, and chain-sawed the wood
8. Climbed a ladder one-thousand, forty-two times
9. Drilled 87 holes for safety railings
10. Used 27 power tools, such as nail gun, miter saw & auger bit
11. Lifted heavy boards
12. Asked for my help once or twice in holding something
13. Installed rope railing and netting
14. Installed plank
15. At Juno’s request, installed slats on plank

Here’s what I did:

1. Complained that the design may take away Juno’s favorite tree stump
2. Pretended to understand the drawings and approved the design
3. Held a 2×6 board on one end for 30 seconds
4. Eased county inspectors concerns on new construction
5. Took notes on home improvements and handed list to Mr. Wild Dingo for county dog-ficial compliance
6. Held a housewarming for the new occupants/inspectors and Wild Dingo Construction
7. Took photos

Good thing we only do these once per year. I don’t think I have the stamina to do that much work on a regular basis.

Wild Dingo begins construction on a new home. 

County Dog-ficials were alerted to new construction so Permit Inspectors show up.

“Um…excuse me Ma’me, do you have a permit for this new building?”

“Well as long as there’s no running water, we’ll allow it.
But make sure the piers are 25 feet deep per earthqauake regulations.”

“Sheer” wall goes in.

This Inspector prefers to maintain her Victorian lady-like dignity while the boys work outside.

There’s nothing hotter than a husband weilding a tool belt working the power tools.
Loki’s ears tell us he’s not all too certain he likes the going’s on around his yard.

Sometimes I think he can’t get more handsome. Then he pulls out a pose like this.

Behold! The Treehouse.

County Inspectors doing what they do best: nothing.

Occupants move in.

This Inspector requested safer on-ramp/exit ramp.

So she got miniture stair-stops.

I am Juno Belle Starling and I approve this on-ramp.

 There seems to be plenty of ventilation in this house.

More tree house shennanigans to be posted later this week!