Doghouse of regret

This is my friend Ø. He is a musher and a carpenter. He takes care of dogs and hammers away all day, every day.

For some reason he agreed to build a doghouse for a friend. He claims he has absolutely no idea why he would want to volunteer to do even more dog-related carpentry in his already completely non-existant spare time.

"For fucks sake," he said.

This is a semi-detached model for two dogs. An inner wall separating the two units will be added later.

"Goddamn fucking shit fuck," Ø. explained. 

But note that Ø. has perfected the art of building dog houses that are as sturdy and snug as possible for the dogs, without weighing five hundred thousand pounds.  Pictured here is the frame and the inner plywood walls. Insulation and exterior walls, (shiplafted boards, I imagine) will be added later. On his own dog houses, Ø. often fastens a door hinged at the top to flap both ways, short enough to leave a substantial clearance above the threshold to prevent a dogs' hind legs from being trapped when it swings shut. 

They're great dog houses.

"Fucking cunt shit dog crap," commented Ø.