Today, it was a warm, sunny day, and I was outside, on my thirty foot long leash. My dad has been in the garage for a while. My Dad was making sounds from the garage. The noise coming from the garage convinced me that my dad was building something. You could totally tell by the sounds. The sounds sounded like a saw, a hammer hammering, and other stuff like that.
The dog next door, Beaumont, was chewing on a rubber dog bone his owner gave him. I went to ask Beaumont what he thought of all the racket. "Hey, Beaumont. Do you know what that sound is coming from my garage. If not can you at least tell me a good guess," I asked Beaumont. "I can give you guess," said Beaumont. "I'm pretty sure he's building something," "But what do you think he's building," I asked. "I don't know," said Beaumont. "Thank you for the- unhelpful help," I said. I decided I wanted to be off my leash. So I barked. Dad came to undo my leash.
Once he did, he tied his shoe, and went back to work. Then one minute later, dad went in the house and came out carrying paint. My dad put the paint in the backyard. Then he went in the garage and came out carrying boards of wood. He carried those to the backyard, painted them, and nailed them together in a cubic sort of way. Only the cube had no top or bottom. Then, dad started to build a roof on the odd- looking cube. Then my dad painted my name on whatever he was building. Then, I knew exactly what dad was doing. He was building a doghouse. But who was it for? Easy! Me! "Lucy, your doghouse is ready," said Dad.
I ran inside my doghouse. I was so excited. My future was gonna be pretty interesting with THIS doghouse. "I'm so happy," I said to myself. Wait until I tell Madison and Mojo.
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