Not exactly what I expected when I came home this afternoon. A gift for Fran from a friend who is a gifted woodworker. I've never understood people who would actually go out of their way to purchase a coffin for a dog or a plot in a pet cemetery; but as a gift for someone who is going through crazy times compounded by the loss of her dog, I think it is a lovely thing.
Now to move along and get Cody to her final resting place - not so much because I mind having a coffin in my living room, but because I don't want to see it used as a coffee table or a place to stash miscellanea. A clear horizontal surface doesn't stay clear for long.
The weather forecast looks good, so I think we can muster the gravediggers and get to work.
*...and please don't leave junk mail, stray laundry, and coffee cups on the dog's coffin.