A New Home

Today I built the Frank, Dash and Blossom a new house. They were in desperate need as they were being flooded every night in the rain, and also Frank was harassing Dash. Ever since I had introduced little Blossom to the pack, Frank has been chewing poor old Dash's back off.... literally.

I knew he was being mean and I had seen the nasty marks on Dash's back where the beastly Frank had been biting him, but when I went out in the rain the other afternoon to check on them, and poor old Dash was sheltering under the bushes from the rain, squeaking and carrying on like a poor wet GP, I finally decided that something had to be done!!!

First thought: goodbye Frank... Second thought: not so good... Middle Man would be devastated... Third thought: A brand spanking new home for Dash! Brilliant.

So off I toddled to my Pa's house to pick up the jig saw and then into the shed I go, armed with paper and pencil and tape measure. I emerge a few hours later, with a plan of the new abode, my fence palings to cut, and a light heart. I can do this!

And I did! So much fun and now the little dears have two different houses to live in so poor old Dash can move into the new house, or... if Frank is a greedy G. Pig wants the new house to himself, then dear little Dash can have the original house all to himself.

Everyone is happy. And I will build another one in the next couple of weeks, then take out the first house and that can become the maternity ward for Blossom when she finally delivers the goods. That way, the little babies are close at hand and we can look, look and look at them whenever we want...