I've been house sitting for a friend for the last two nights. It was
really very nice to come back home to my very own little house.

There
is a feeling of ownership, pride and pure love that is almost
indescribable that I have towards my little house. Even though I knew
nothing as I built it. Even though there are MANY things 'not quite
right' (I like to call it wabi sabi) - I can't wait to be back in my
own little house every time I leave.

The pups feel it too. They are happy to be home. Sam was the first one in the door - and Rupert went straight to his toy box and took each and every one out to make sure they were ALL still there. Silly corgi!

I took a few minutes myself to clean
house as soon as I got back. I kicked the pups out and went at it. 20
minutes. Yup, that's right, a whole whopping 20 minutes to clean it top
to bottom. That, my friends, has to be the number one, best reason to
live tiny.