My two favorite men

My two favorite men

Ta Da. Super cheap, functional, doggie door

I am spoiled, apparently. My mom pointed this out a few weekends ago. Let me explain. For pretty much my entire life, mom, my sister, and I have been coming up with crazy projects that we need my dad’s help with. From moving furniture to fixing cars. My dad has always found a way to make it happen. 

Once Sis and I lived 4 hours from my parents. Alone in a town, just the two of us. It snowed FEET and sis called mom complaining we were woefully unprepared. We had run out of junk food. Dad called his co-worker who was in town, who had a truck, and asked him to deliver goodies to our house. Even from 4 hours away he saved the day. Once when I had a flat tire on the side of a highway 3 hours from home. Dad called the highway patrol to come change it for me. No matter how crazy, or how impossible it seems, he just always finds a way to take care of us. 

My sister and I have absolute faith that our daddy hung the moon, and he can do anything. And after 26 years, we have yet to be proven wrong. 

 I have put this to the test several times over the past few weeks. Each idea for the house has just been done. My dad, with Paul’s help, have just somehow made it work. As they patiently listen to us explain our ideas, giving us the look that says no way this is going to work, and then working away at it until it happens.

I explain all of this, because the next man in my life (Paul) had very big shoes to fill. I am spoiled. My sister’s future husband, poor guy, will have to be near superhuman. And so far, Paul has done pretty well. Each idea I have come up with, he just does it, and somehow makes it work. Do you know how CRAZY I was to send him after carpet in a grand prix? Last week I explained that to save money I didn’t want to buy a $100 prefab doggie door. I explained to him we could make one. And he gave me this look as I explained how we would cut a hole in our door, screw an auto mat to each side. Seal the insides with weather trim. I mean, it said on pintrest it could be done, so I believed he would just figure it out.

Can I have my cookie now? 

Penny took a little
 more coaxing.
But she got it.

And once again, I have been proven right. It has been proven that my Paul can also do anything. Yesterday, in desperation with our fly problem (caused by leaving the back door open for the dogs) he installed my homemade doggie door. Took maybe a half hour. We still need to get the weather stripping to make the hole in our door air tight against the cold (“Winter is coming”). But I think it is AMAZING. And it only took one dog cookie to convince the dogs it is AMAZING.

So Dad, thank you for never letting me down. Even if my ideas were only half thought out. Thank you for driving 8 hours nearly every weekend to help us. Thank you for coming out this weekend to put my carpet down, even though your back hurts and you will be supervising as Paul and I crawl around on the floor this time. 

And Paul, thank you for taking care of me these days, when my dad is too far away to rescue me. 

My two favorite guys.