Text conversation between Handy Man and myself...
Me: The dog escaped again, hopefully no big pukes tonight.
HM: Do you leave him out while you're gone? Or does he do it while you're home?
Me: Both. Today while I was gone. He knows how to nudge the gate open. We either need a redneck lock, like a bungee cord, or you need to fix it! lol
HM: Lol. I like the redneck lock of some kind.
Me: Figures!
HM: I'm tired of fixing it only to have the kids slam it and break it.
Me: You might be a redneck if you have a twist tie as a gate lock.
Me: The dog looks really fat. I should prepare for the worse.
HM: Get a clamp or something from the shop to lock the gate and put his ass outside.
Me: Ok, Larry!
HM: Larry? Hell no. I want to be Ron White!
Me: You don't drink or smoke cigars!
HM: Meatballs and gravy for dinner?
Me: Ok, but I don't want to peel potatoes.
HM: Dancing daughter will do it.
Me: She said UHHH WHAT? Where did he hear that?!
HM: Or we could just nuke them.
Today I'm sliding a case of Bud in front of the gate to block it!
Why does the dog escape, roam the neighborhood, eat everything he comes across only to be sick for the next two days?! What do your pets do that drive you crazy?