The night after we were done repainting the guest bathroom (in late March) Hubs said he wanted to tackle the disgusting patch of mulch in our back yard:
Once upon a time, the owner of the house had a metal playground there. The tenant before us had it removed (except for the spikes, which were fun discoveries for Hubs!) and then we inherited this giant eyesore. We mainly used it to store the branches that fell off our behind neighbor's tree during thunderstorms, which Lucy would then break off and drag through the yard at top speed. So, in essence, we had turned it into an accidental dog playground.
Once upon a time, the owner of the house had a metal playground there. The tenant before us had it removed (except for the spikes, which were fun discoveries for Hubs!) and then we inherited this giant eyesore. We mainly used it to store the branches that fell off our behind neighbor's tree during thunderstorms, which Lucy would then break off and drag through the yard at top speed. So, in essence, we had turned it into an accidental dog playground.
