Poor, long-suffering Little Bear…

Okay, so I’ve been working all morning, making slow but steady progress when I run into a problem: All the supports are straight, all the joists are level but it turns out nothing is particularly square to the building. Finally I lay out plywood both as an aid to getting the joists in line and because I need to use the front door. It’s noon, I’m getting really hungry and Little Bear – out of whom I have not heard a single peep all morning – probably needs a piss break.

So I wrestle the stairs more or less into place, go inside, ask LB if he wants to go outside and pee. He agrees that would be a fine idea. I open the door, he sees…

…looks at me as if to say, “I knew it, the feared day has come. Daddy has gone completely off his nut.” Turns right around and slouches back to his bed. We can talk, he seems to say, when I have regained my senses. If I do.

I was finally able to coax him out onto the new temporary porch floor and down the stairs, but it was clearly against his better judgement – and I had to go first.

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4 Responses to Poor, long-suffering Little Bear…

  1. Judy says:

    “…against his better judgement – and I had to go first.”

    LB is just hedging his bets. If someone is going to get hurt, let the person who created the mess go first.

  2. Edward says:

    Hmm, extend those posts up a bit more and add a roof, instant covered porch and sun screen to cool the lair.

    Picked up 2 five gallon water carriers and eight gallon food grade buckets. Now I just have to figure out how to package all this (mostly air and volume) then send it to your mail drop.

  3. free.and.true says:

    I bet LB will love that porch once it’s all done and roofed. I can just see the two of you settin’ out there together, rocking chair and shotgun and doggie bed all nicely in place in the shade.

  4. Joel says:

    Funnily enough you might be right on about him liking it more after it’s roofed. He shows more and more sign of not wanting to go outside at all for anything other than physical necessities and of course Jeep rides. I would swear the dog is getting agoraphobic.

To the stake with the heretic!