In the doghouse

A couple months ago, our friend Nick was helping someone move who was trying to get rid of a doghouse. It was old and dirty but otherwise in good shape. So he brought it here and we put it in the backyard.

We got around to mending and painting it last weekend (or shall I say, Chad did). He painted it white and then, in a stroke of creativity, wandered down to the basement where we had the leftovers from when we painted our shutters and front door. Let's just say that Lucy's doghouse matches our house--though fortunately we don't have a tin roof.

When I walked outside to see the finished product, I laughed out loud at the "2702 B" that he had painted next to the door. If you ever want to send mail to Lucy, now you know the address.