My Lake House My stepmom, Karla, asked my dad, Donald, if he wanted the family to come down to the lake house. Included to the family is our dogs. Tank, Gizmo, and cricket are our dogs names. Cricket is a rat terrier, Gizmo is a lab along with Tank. Our lake house is in Martinsville, Illinois. That is a two and a half hour drive down there with one stop to get something to eat. She had to ask him because her brother lived there before we got the property and he destroyed the trailer. It wasn’t that he destroyed the trailer or that the furniture had to be removed and disposed of. It’s that the floor had to be removed too! He isn’t that good of a person. Anyways, my dad said that he got it somewhat clean for the family to come down to stay there for the weekend. My dad took Tank and Gizmo with him to our trailer because he had room in his car and he wanted to see how the dogs would react down in Martinsville. Karla, my brother, cricket and I were all in Karla’s Dodge
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“Yeah, I’m fine it’s just now we have to fix a hole in the floor,” my dad stated.
When my dad and I stop talking, all we hear is Karla yelling at the dogs to get away from her and her yelling,
“What just happened in there? I heard a thud, which that didn’t sound to good.” “Oh. No, babe we’re okay, it’s just I fell through the floor,” my dad stated. “WHAT!!!” she yelled, “Are you alright. I know your back hurts and now you just added another project onto our list.” “No. I’m okay and yes I comprehend that, babe.” my dad stated
Now, my dad has to fix the support for the floor and tear out the floor because the rats and rain destroyed the wood.
On the next day, September 3, Karla and I have had enough of the trailer and it unpredicted. My brother didn’t help us with anything, he was more fascinated with the boat than anything. Karla and I packed up the dirty clothes we had and prepared to leave with Cricket, while my dad and brother stay until
“Yeah, I’m fine it’s just now we have to fix a hole in the floor,” my dad stated.
When my dad and I stop talking, all we hear is Karla yelling at the dogs to get away from her and her yelling,
“What just happened in there? I heard a thud, which that didn’t sound to good.” “Oh. No, babe we’re okay, it’s just I fell through the floor,” my dad stated. “WHAT!!!” she yelled, “Are you alright. I know your back hurts and now you just added another project onto our list.” “No. I’m okay and yes I comprehend that, babe.” my dad stated
Now, my dad has to fix the support for the floor and tear out the floor because the rats and rain destroyed the wood.
On the next day, September 3, Karla and I have had enough of the trailer and it unpredicted. My brother didn’t help us with anything, he was more fascinated with the boat than anything. Karla and I packed up the dirty clothes we had and prepared to leave with Cricket, while my dad and brother stay until