Jamie found this dog bed online,

and it was just about everything we liked…..reclaimed, plumbing piped, pretty freaking awesome…and sadly out of our price range.

To quote A Chorus Line……”I can do that, That I can do.” I have power tools, and a pile of scrap lumber in the garage.

Without going into all boring details, I built a frame from 2 X 4’s and an edge from 2 X 6’s with mitered corners.

The side are held together with lag screws. Just for the look. I drilled pilot holes before Jamie screwed them in.

My finished box frame…..

We beat the wood with hammers and crowbars to make the new pine lumber look more “reclaimed”.

Then we rubbed it down with the same stain from our wood headboard wall in the master bedroom. Jacobean

All those nooks and crannies from the beatings really stand out from the stain.

Here’s a better shot of the lag screws in the corners.

For the feet, we used 1/2 inch plumbing flanges with 3 inch connectors sandwiched between……. but weren’t diggin’ on the galvanized.

So again with the Rust-O-Leum hammered spray paint in Bronze.

Much better.

For the side rails we used more plumbing pipe. A 12 inch piece connected to 2 elbows and 2 smaller pipes. I drilled holes and hammered them in with a rubber mallet.

The plywood bottom just slips in.

That’s about it.

Looks pretty similar to the inspiration……at a fraction of the cost.

Jamie bought a hunk of 4 inch thick foam from the craft store, and cut if to fit inside the frame with a steak knife.

Then he wrapped the foam in dark brown canvas (dark brown will hide all the little black hair) and just secured it with safety pins.

And does Harley Davidson just LOVE her new dog bed??????

No, not really, (sigh)

We had to bribe her with a treat just to get on it for the photos.

(you can still see the remains of her yellow pedicure….NOT my idea)

This is what she usually looks like…..

Yes, we know that the floor is cooler.

But she keeps walking around the house crying, looking for her old bed.

So we covered the awesome new bed with her old, ratty, Doberman-stinkin’ blankets – and everything is right with her world once again.

You’re welcome, Harley.