My story starts about 2 years ago, and my wife and I found the perfect house with a two car garage to move into. I had been working out of the basement of our rental house, which was okay, but was cramped, dark, and smelly from years of the previous owners letting cats stay in the basement. Cat pee does a number on concrete, and you can never get the smell completely out. (If Epoxy Coat is cat pee resistant, you should really point that out as one of its benefits.) Anyway, we move in, and I’m excited about finally having a nice garage to fix up and work in.
Our new house came with a fenced in back yard, and even though most of it was falling down, I managed to patch and repair until it resembled a fence again. Then my wife had the brilliant thought that since we had a fenced in yard, we should get a dog to live in it. So off we go to the pound, and pick up Maggie. She’s a sweetheart, but had been abused and was terribly afraid of men. She became my wife’s “baby girl”, and I started to get jealous, so back to the pound we went, and got Vegas. He’s Daddy’s boy.
Of course, the whole “dog living in the backyard idea” was immediately ruled out, and they became inside dogs. Then on the way home from work one day, I found a pit bull mix puppy in the median of the interstate. Poor thing had been thrown out of the car and was covered in road rash. We took him to the ER vet, and brought Petey home to live with us.
As Petey grew up, we found out that he and our other two rescues didn’t get along very well. It wasn’t Petey; he’s very energetic and wants to play, play, and play. Our other two dogs are getting a few years on them, so they prefer the quiet life. We still don’t trust our fence, so all three live in the house, but can’t be left together while we are gone. So Petey gets to stay in the bedroom. And puppies, especially playful Pittie puppies, like to chew. He has destroyed our bedroom. He managed to chew out of his crate several times. He has chewed the window sill, my night stand has become toothpicks, our box springs are destroyed, and the carpet is ruined.
Thankfully, he has finally grown up some, and now just chews on his rawhide bones and the occasional 2" x 4".
Remember how I said I finally had a garage to fix up like I wanted? Well, I have been scrimping and saving for all this time so I could afford to fix the garage up. I have repaired all the holes in the walls and ceiling by myself (the previous owners must have been using them for kung fu practice). When I moved in, the kitchen cabinets had severe water damage and were replaced immediately along with part of the subfloor. (There went the First Time Homebuyers Tax credit). I saved the old cabinets and replaced the rotted particle wood bases. I found some paint on the “mis-tint” shelf at Lowes, and they actually don’t look that bad. I found some more cabinets in the dumpster at work and hung those up. With a lot of luck, dumpster diving and the Habitat Restore store, I’ve finally got my garage into a decent place I can call my own. The only thing I haven’t been able to find in a dumpster is Epoxy Coat! So, behind my wife’s back, I was saving up for it. A few dollars here and there and I almost had enough to buy it.
But then my wife was going through my drawers, (my desk, not my britches!), and found my secret envelope marked “Epoxy Coat Floor Money”. She wasn’t too happy. And she has laid down the law. She has told me, in no uncertain terms, that the money WILL be going to repair all the damages in the bedroom. She wants the windows fixed, a new mattress and box spring, and new laminate floors. This is going to be a lot more than what I’ve saved up, so even more scrimping for me. My dreams of having an Epoxy Coat garage floor have been destroyed. By a single rescue dog named Petey. So Christine, please find it in your heart to help a big hearted guy with a passion for rescue dogs have the garage floor of his dreams. Because my wife sure won’t let me! And if you want, I’ll even name our next rescue dog in your honor!