Meet Molly.
No, not Mollie.
Sally’s Uncle John, older brother to UncleBob The Hoarder had her for 5 years, born on Christmas day eve.
Uncle John was walking Molly today, like he did twice every day, when he collapsed on the path and emergency services could not recover him.
So Sally brought her over to me this afternoon as she was a bit of a mess.
I love animals, as may be known, and she instantly took to me, possibly feeling secure, who knows.
I wanted to offer her a home but it looks like one of Johns daughters may take her on.
Sweet pup.
And she loved the garage, perfect match?
After Sally left, I felt a bit deflated.
So I went to the garage, found some Chinese ply to create a template with.
Measured, marked and cut………..
More measuring, arty stuff……… some cutting.
Then a big hole.
Some more fine tuning, cutting and fitting.
And close up.
And looking over my shoulder.
I think it will work, with a bit of fine tuning.
So tomorrow morning I need to play some more.
Then figure out how to tilt it up a bit, and more importantly, creating a shroud.
I really need a spare cover to cut up.
Looking forward to getting on with this in the morning
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