500 nails, 2 thumb sacrifices, 8 beers, 3 soy-free veggie burgers, 57 swallowed supplements, 1 flash flood & unmentionable amounts of cursing later, we have a cabin floor. tonight i vow to bff anyone with a damn nailgun. taught buddy to chase his tail on the command of "GET IT!" i feel guilty for mocking him, but am simultaneously delighted that we finally found something he's good at. much to my dad's dismay, "GET IT!" appears to be the only command he responds to properly.