Work stopped on our lot for a few minutes this week while we had a pet funeral. Our Speedo was killed instantly with a blow to the head by a hit and run driver. It just took a couple of minutes for the backhoe to dig an appropriate sized plot for the basset/lab mix who looked like a hairy sausage. Speedo had no vices except wanting to get out to eat the neighbor's cat food which was always just thrown on the ground. He was lured across the street by his cousin, Harvey and is now at peace in our new home, the first resident.
On a lighter note, we are in a contest with a young couple who are building their first home where as we are building what a friend calls our "toe tag" house. The winner, the first humans to get to live in their house, will buy the losers a cheap landscape plant. After all, the winners get the house first. The reason the plant has to be cheap is because the houses aren't.
So, this has injected a bit of gambling into the mix and we shall see. So far it appears they are winning, but I think once our slab is in place we'll catch up and get ahead. "The game is afoot!"
Speedo doing what he did best, babysitting.
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