When I first bought this place, it was a tragic wreck. But I didn’t care. I was actually considering stapling AstroTurf to the floor and walls, adopting ten dogs from the pound and turning it into a big playhouse with balls and sticks, plenty of good food and fun - lending credence to the term rough-housing. It was going to be a space devoted to dogs, guitars, and beer.
I started with one dog. His name was Klezmer. He was a wonderful companion for 7 years. He’s gone on to doggie heaven.
I have a new dog now - Rou - and a cat named Spanky. It’s their house too. Now I just have to show them how to get along.
