Because we will need to pour the foundation to mount the new front porch on, Joe had to take out the front steps. Thank goodness we’re both tall and can still step up through the door!
Sadly, there was a little chipmunk who had apparently been living under the front porch. I think he was lost without his home, and kept running back and forth, likely thinking, “My house was here. I think my house was here! Where is my house? I swear my house was here!” Poor little chipmunk. We nearly called our Dr. Doolittle friend, Audrey Cooper, to see if she’d take him in.
