Dad decided it was time that the little rickety old shed at the bottom of the garden made a new life at the dump and was replaced by a bigger and better version. This was going to be quite a task for Dad so I decided he would need help, of the dachshund variety.

I read the instructions and barked orders at him, I’ve only got little stumpy legs so it was best that Dad did all the leg work and heavy lifting, I wouldn’t want to break a nail now would I.

We had to put a frame together, Dad let me use his paw hand drill which made me feel pretty manly!

We also had to sort through all the panels, this is where my hound nose came in good use, I could sniff out the exact right panels Dad needed, handy hey?

Lunch time came around so I treated Dad to a hotdog, he seemed grateful…

Back to work, Dad’s a tough site manager.  I needed to test the weight bearing load these boards could take, just under 6kg was about right.

Dad and I worked day and night to get the shed finished, it was a tough job but some sausage had to do it. However there were parts that were slightly tiresome for me, so I decided to keep dad’s spirits up by adapting my agility skills into a pirate walking the plank…

Soon the walls were up and the shed actually started to resemble a building, Dad and I were achieving our goal pretty quickly!

After the roof was on and dad we gave it a lick of paint, the shed was finally complete.

Even Sylvester the cat was impressed with our efforts, he couldn’t resist a sneaky peak, well they do say curiosity killed the cat…

Dach’s all for now – off to charge my power tools…

Jeffrey x