just get a bigger hammer

The handle on the back door is broken again. We have to replace it about once a year because that door takes a terrible beating. It's inherent in life with a newfoundland in the house. She barges her big self into the door went she's trying to get out, and even worse is when she's decided she has to come in. "I'm all alone out here! You guys!"

Anyway, we didn't know about this broken door handle until last night.

Jay was outside late in the evening supervising both dogs because we don't trust that owl not to make a move on Sidney. She's tiny and fuzzy and has an enticing way of bouncing on her heels when she darts around. He goes out as her guard whenever it's dark.


But then he couldn't get back in. Lydia came to help. Puzzled, he watched as she took a few steps back and ran at the door. Bang, she bounced off it. Nothing.

She yelled she'd have to get Tim. He came from the big table where he was coloring and backed way up to take a run at it, then put his shoulder into the effort at the moment of contact. Huge BANG, and the door popped open. His dad was a little incredulous.

Lydia said, "He's the only one who has been able to open it all day."

??? Like this? Glad the glass didn't break. Good grief.


Later Jay was telling me this story and laughing, but we decided since Tim was still awake in bed, he'd better show him how to poke in the little bar with his fingers to open the door. No more body slamming it.

I do kind of like his initiative though.

love, Val