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Six Sentence Story: Fix

Sometimes, when I try to fix a situation, I end up in a fix, and John has to come fix that!  Linking up with Ivy's Six Sentence Stories.



"How hard could it be to put together a doghouse?" she asked herself, as she picked up the hammer and looked at the wood pieces on the floor.

He would be so surprised to find this task on his to-do list done when he returned home from work!   She quickly completed the building project; all that was left to do was to move the doghouse out the basement door to the backyard.  She opened the sliding glass door all the way.  Unfortunately, the XL doghouse for the Newfoundland/Lab mix was bigger than the opening.  

"How hard could it be to take a sliding glass door apart?" he asked himself, as he eyed the doghouse sitting on the basement floor.


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Thanks for an incredibly patient husband!

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    1. Thanks. There might be a reason one should "measure twice" before doing anything drastic.

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  2. lol nice! (cute story told in a way that made me smile*)

    *which is my 'at the office' version of 'lol'

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    1. Fortunately, John understands my intent was to be helpful.

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  3. Hahaha haaaaaa haaaaaa snort!!! Very funny!!!

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    1. I'm not so sure it was quite as funny at the time, but it does provide us a good laugh now!

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  4. Hahaha haaaaaa haaaaaa snort!!! Very funny!!!

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  5. Now who's in the doghouse? What great laugh this is,

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  6. You made me laugh out loud. Thank you!

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  7. haha, Kristi. Love this story.

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    1. It's one of our classic family stories. :-)

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  8. I love this! Sometimes our very best efforts to be helpful don't work out the way we anticipated, but the thought behind it was still good. Did the dog get to sleep inside or was the sliding door removed to get the house outside? I can imagine how much your family enjoys the retelling of this story!

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    1. Our dogs are indoor/outdoor dogs, more indoor than out. The sliding door was removed, however, to get the doghouse outside.

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  9. I remember this! You impressed me (in a good way!) then and now with all you try to do and not only try, but finish!

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    1. Well, if by finish you mean I got the dog house together. . . Thank goodness for John who can clean up my messes!

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  10. Love it! Great story and something I would have done! My roommate - a million years or so ago bought us this beautiful sofa from the thrift store and we couldn't get it up the stairs! We had to take it back!

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