RIP to Teddy’s Doghouse… 🐶💔
We built Teddy’s doghouse as a joke. A cute, oversized “mansion” in the backyard with a porch, windows, and a little flag that said “Teddy’s Territory.” It had a nameplate, a dog bed, even tiny solar lights. It was Pinterest-worthy. Teddy loved it—kind of.
At first, he was proud of it. He’d trot out in the morning, lounge like a king, and bark at squirrels from his porch like he owned the block. It became his hangout spot, his nap zone, and occasionally his hiding place when Roo (his little sister) stole his toys.
But then came the storm.
Now, when I say storm, I don’t mean a little rain. I mean full-blown, winds-howling, trees-bending, apocalyptic-style chaos. Thunder cracked, lightning flashed—and right in the middle of it, we looked outside and saw it:
Teddy’s doghouse was airborne.
No joke. It lifted off the ground like it was trying to go to Oz. Teddy, thankfully, was safely inside the real house, watching the chaos unfold from under a blanket.
When the storm passed, we went outside to assess the damage. The backyard looked like a scene from a disaster movie. And Teddy’s once-glorious doghouse?
Gone. Flattened. One wall in the bushes. Roof in the kiddie pool. Porch lights… gone forever.
Teddy walked out, sniffed the wreckage, and gave us the most unimpressed look, like, “So… where am I supposed to nap now?”
Roo didn’t help. She kept prancing around the debris like it was a jungle gym.
So, yes… RIP to Teddy’s doghouse. You served us well. You held up during summer heat, fall leaves, and snow flurries. You were a symbol of luxury. Of canine pride.
And now?
You’re just a memory (and maybe a funny TikTok clip).
But don’t worry—we’re rebuilding. Bigger. Better. Maybe even with a snack bar.
Teddy deserves nothing less.
