The whole project is for his dog. Hours of measuring, drilling, hammering, adjusting boards like he’s building a luxury penthouse… just so the dog can step outside and stare at the yard like it pays the mortgage.
Meanwhile I’m watching this dog sit inside looking out the window like some spoiled landlord while my grandpa is sweating and treating this thing like an architectural masterpiece. I told him straight up this is ridiculous and that he’s putting more effort into a balcony for a dog than most people put into their own homes. He didn’t even argue, just kept working like this was the most important construction project on earth.
So now there’s literally a custom-built balcony hanging off the side of the house just so a dog can have its own private outdoor lounge. And everyone expects me to act like that’s normal. At this point I’m convinced if that dog asked for a hot tub next week my grandpa would start digging the hole immediately.
