Holy Smokes! Wind like I haven't seen and the door blew off it's hinges and pulled wood out of the frame. Mom was not too happy but for me, that means Contractor Don~Love Contractor Don! I help him, I follow him into his workshop in the Basement and then I tell him what to do! And, the brother, well, he just barks at him and goes back to his den. Helper Fin is what Contractor Don calls me. One day, I'll have him build a doghouse when he is here...oh, wait! This is MY house, I'll have him build Mom her own in the backyard :)))
