Dog House Review Shakespearean Style
I dig this dog house. So does my dog Mr. Beef. Here is a picture of the handsome devil, with the doghouse sort of out of focus behind him. This house has kept my dear hound dry in many-a-shower, and well shaded from some brutal summer heat. It does leave something to be desired in the warmth category in winter months, but it does keep out the wind. It has served the Beef and me well for nearly 3 years.
This doghouse has a classic design that looks picturesque in the backyard. In fact, I bought the doghouse before I bought the dog. I thought my backyard needed some sprucing up, and I was considering getting a dog at the time, so what the heck? The price was right. And once I saw the fetching sight of this doghouse from my kitchen window, I knew it was only matter of time before I found the dog to inhabit it.
Mr. Beef moved in a few weeks later and stole the show. Just look at the way he jumped in front of the camera and obscured what otherwise would have been a fine picture of the Precision Outback Country Lodge Dog House. But who am I to question my hound's vanity? He's handsome and he knows it.
So, to make up for the dog's camera-hogging, I shall attempt to pay tribute to this fine dog house with the written word.
I give you what is perhaps the world's first Shakespearean sonnet about a dog house. Really, it's written in iambic pentameter, follows the set rhyme scheme, and ends with the signature rhyming couplet. I will be the first to admit that this places me squarely on the nerd side of the fence.
A roof over hound's head shelters from rain
And casts cooling shade in summer's thick heat.
Walls of solid fir block cold wind's disdain
For my dogs' comfort in the winter bleak
Assembly so easy a child of six
Might manage to build in half hour or two
A handsome structure, I tell you, no tricks.
Grown as you are, in half time you'll be through.
Raised is the floor, above hard ground it stands
Keeping moisture at bay and heat beyond.
Walnut stained wood, nature's beauty at hand.
Adjusting feet level like magic wand.
Why the doghouse, you ask, out of focus?
Mister Beef, of course, this photo's opus.