Bodge JobsIf you can't fix it with a hammer and a roll of duck tape, it's not worth fixing at all, my old mate said minutes before that nasty business with the hammer and a roll of duck tape. Tell us of McGyver-like repairs and whether they were a brilliant success or a health and safety nightmare.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 11:58)
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My beloved DalmatianMay he rest in piece, was scared of thunderstorms. VERY scared. So when I was out one day and a storm hit I rushed home because I knew he'd be freaking out. He was already inside, hiding on my bed, with a trail of wet footprints leading to the back door where he'd clawed his way through a panel then headbutted the wood aside, pretty much wrecking the door in the process. For a while we just left the gap as a makeshift dog door until it was time to go, then I went to the hardware store, bought a replacement panel and tacked it in place. That was fine, but he'd dug a HUGE trench out of the frame and ripped off part of the moulding, which I was unable to replace. So, I bought about three tubs of spakfilla, cut up an old credit card and got to work filling in all the gaps and rebuilding a replica of the moulding on the frame. In all I used about a kilo of filler before it was finished, then painted over the lot. It was utterly invisible unless you got up very close, so come the day of the house sale I just stood a pot plant in front of the door "to hold it open". The patch job will probably outlast the actual door.
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difficultchild, Tue 15 Mar 2011, 1:04,
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My boxer/Staffie was scared of thunder (and fireworks) tooand used to wreck the joint in his efforts to escape the house and find me. I eventually had to chain him to the stairs when I was out in case there were loud bangs as otherwise he'd be gone.
That worked, in that he was safe from running off, but he'd attack the woodwork instead. He gnawed a hole through the bathroom door, chewed up a wooden ironing board and kitchen trolley and bit the handle of a Dyson off.
Bless him, he lived to nearly 14 and I was never angry with him. I miss him but I don't miss replacing the architraves!
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my old labrador was scared of those thingsbut also of frying foods, grilling sausages, anything that went bang or crack at all, and for some inexplicable reason, the end of round klaxon from the shitty BBC snooker-based game show Big Break.
Used to drive her mental. You'd have to go and find her, usually in the garden behind the greenhouse, where she'd be sat trembling.
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 15 Mar 2011, 15:12,
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