We have had two small tornados that came through and tore up our house and yard. I repaired everything on the house before the second one came through. But in each case, the wind and rain flooded through the doggy door. We put up some wood to block the wind but that didn’t work completely.
So, over the weekend, I went to Home Depot and got a sheet of tin, a 8×4 piece of pressure treated plywood, and siding channels. I constructed a “lean-to” for the doggy door that doesn’t block the door window but provides a second doggy door at 90 degrees to the inside door that prevents storms from blowing water through to the house.
I used the siding that I replaced from the house to make the siding on the doggy lean-to so that it matched the house. The tin is already enameled in white so it matches nicely. We never use the door that the doggy door is in as we have a larger door to the same deck. With this little “lean to” the dogs have 2 doggy doors to go through but snow and rain cannot make it through a 90 degree turn. Hopefully this will protect the house.
Well… Goofy is an appropriate name for this little dog. I suppose he isn’t little my most measures but after considering Clifford a normal dog and the Great Dane horse dog that w fostered, Goof is a bit small.
Indeed, he only weighs about 45 pounds and I can pick him up. But he is as tall as Remy or Kira.
Anyhow… he gets into everything. His sniffer is excellent and his eyes can see in the dark. So he sees everything and gets into everything. If you change the simplest object in the room, he will notice, investigate, and if it is small… he will take it
Well.. Goof is a perfect fit for me. I have come to hate people due to the stupid drive I do every morning and evening which is 20 miles but takes 1.5 hours. The absurdity of the drive just makes me want to disconnect.
On the other hand, our normal dogs are just “dogs”. They don’t do much. But this new Goofy McGooface dog is intrusive. He is disruptive. He won’t let me just sit and play a game or watch TV. He jumps on me when he is bored and he disrupts everything. Even in the morning when I get up for work at 5:30am, he is sitting there staring at me and the moment I move he throws a paw on my face and then chews on my hand. I have learned that if I am to sleep in on the weekends that I need to be silent and still so as not to attract his attention.
He is still learning. He stole Kira’s food and I smacked him on the butt and he ran out the dog door. He wouldn’t come back inside till I went out on the deck and welcomed him. This dog is smart.
This dog is good for me. He challenges my patience. He is just so happy about everything that I wish I were a dog. He is so emotionally reactive that I want to apply human thoughts to him. He isn’t that complex though. He is driven by food and attention. He is into everything.