No, it isn't here yet. But there was a nice big dog pen behind the mobile home that the former owner didn't want, so we went to get it. Cliff wanted to take some more measurements, too. I made a thermos of coffee and packed a lunch, and we sat down at our future kitchen table and ate.
Cliff was outside, crawling underneath the place, and I was walking around inside, figuring out where I'd put my bed and dresser. As I exited the bedroom, for some reason I decided to make sure the door shut and latched properly.
Indeed it did, but it was locked when I closed it. Here we haven't even slept in the place, and I've locked us out of the bedroom. Cliff had to find a wire to jimmy the lock.
It was terribly windy, but we saw lots of motorcycles on the road. We saw two, at different times, with sidecars; not something we see often. We had to take the car because we were pulling a trailer to get the dog pen.
There's the dog pen, after we got it home. It's 5' X 15'. I put Sadie in it, but she hates it; her tie-out gives her lots more room. All she would do was bark at me, as if to say, "Let me out of jail!"
However, this would make a nice pen for a couple of chickens. Or perhaps Cliff's sister will use it sometimes for her little miniature Dachshund, when she's here.