Over Labor Day weekend, The Hubs and my dad ripped out the deck because we are putting in a patio. It took a long time and of course it was unseasonably hot. I didn’t take their pictures while they were doing it because laser beams would have shot out their eyes and melted me.
This is the aftermath.
The deck was a good foot off the ground and Max used to go under there and gnaw on his “acquisitions” shall we say. Max of course found all of the good bits of dead mice and bugs while I was raking up the gravel/rocks/nails/bits of wood/plant debris/dead rodents. It was so gross. It seriously made me rethink having a dog. I love him and all, but ewwwww.
And yes, our yard looks super trashy right now. Everything that was up by the house has to be somewhere else for a while three weeks. I’m sure the neighbors love us.
The pergola is going to stay. Hopefully. We’ll see what the concreters say.
The Hubs moved the rest of the river rock last night and it is now prepped for the concrete guys. They might be here in a week. We don’t know, because they haven’t committed to a date. So it’s hurry up and wait. The story of my life.
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