"I can't get the door open," my husband said to me as he pushed against our back door.

"I can't get the door open," my husband said to me as he pushed against our back door.

"Is the lock broken?" I asked. It was late, I was tired, and I wasn't in the mood to have to break into the house.

"No," he responded. "The key works."

"Then what is it?"

"I think.... There's something blocking the door," he grunted as he pushed against the door to demonstrate his point. It opened about an inch and then slammed back against his body.

"What could be blocking the door?" I asked impatiently. "There was nothing there when we left tonight."

"I don't know." He paused. "But I've been working out and I can't budge this door. So whatever it is, it must be pretty big."

I stared at him skeptically.

"Maybe the dog is sleeping against the door?" I suggested.

"No. It's not the dog," he said. He peered into the space. "It's something... green."

"We don't own anything green," I responded anxiously. Suddenly I was kind of alarmed. I wondered if someone had broken into the house and wedged something against the door to keep us from getting in. There had been a number of break ins recently in our neighborhood, although I didn't recall anything about a green door stop in the news.

We both stared at the door.

"I'm going to push again and you look into the gap and see if you can tell what it is," my husband instructed me.

He pushed hard against the door again and I peered into the space.

"It's definitely green!" I announced.

"Thanks for the confirmation," he said breathlessly.

As my husband continued to throw his weight against the door, I looked around the garage for something I could use to slide through the space and push the massive object away. But the only thing I could find that was slim enough to fit through the opening was a clothes hanger. Since my husband had so much trouble moving the door, it was clear the object was very heavy. I doubted that I would be able to do much with a clothes hanger, but I thought it was worth a try. Grabbing the hanger, I snaked it around the door while my husband pushed, and miraculously, I was able to dislodge the green thing from where it was wedged against the door.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

We both fell into the room with a thud. I looked around for the green thing that had been blocking the door... and then I spotted it.

"Good thing you've been working out or you never would have been able to dislodge that rubber dog toy," I commented to my husband as I pointed to the small, green ball across the room. He glared at me.

Just then the dog came running in, picked up the toy in his mouth and dropped it at our feet.

My husband shook his head. "How did he pick that thing up? It must weigh a hundred pounds," he commented dryly.

I nodded. "He's been working out."

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