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I put in this FABULOUS new dog door in my back door at the beginning of this vacation-rotation. The whole idea was that my 2 dogs drive me absolutely bonkers wanting attention 24-7 when I'm at home this much...so this would let them go outside whenever they wanted and give me some peace. So far it has worked wonderfully...Jake learned how it worked in about 2 seconds. .. It took the cat 2 days...and Kassi...would rather be shoved through it head first than actually learn. Lazy mother fucker takes after her mother. So here I am enjoying this peace and quiet...TOO quiet! It's gone great for about a week...Jake goes outside and plays "retarded fence running" with the neighbors dog and I get to study. Yay dog door!
UNTIL...I go out yesterday to find a huge, random HOLE in the middle of my back yard. Uh...at least dig a strategic hole, dumb dog. Evidently that was a very special spot that would lead him straight to China in his little head. Then today...I find he has carried out my 7# hand weight. NOT the 5# which might actually be easy to carry...but the big ole 7 pounder. Evidently it needed to be added to his collection of goodies outside. AND he started digging in my ghetto flower bed (which, by the way, has no flowers).
Hmmm...dog door or random holes in the back yard? I'm going for the dog door...he can dig as much as his little lab brain tells him to...it's his yard. Plus, I have no idea how to stop him ;o)
I put in this FABULOUS new dog door in my back door at the beginning of this vacation-rotation. The whole idea was that my 2 dogs drive me absolutely bonkers wanting attention 24-7 when I'm at home this much...so this would let them go outside whenever they wanted and give me some peace. So far it has worked wonderfully...Jake learned how it worked in about 2 seconds. .. It took the cat 2 days...and Kassi...would rather be shoved through it head first than actually learn. Lazy mother fucker takes after her mother. So here I am enjoying this peace and quiet...TOO quiet! It's gone great for about a week...Jake goes outside and plays "retarded fence running" with the neighbors dog and I get to study. Yay dog door!
UNTIL...I go out yesterday to find a huge, random HOLE in the middle of my back yard. Uh...at least dig a strategic hole, dumb dog. Evidently that was a very special spot that would lead him straight to China in his little head. Then today...I find he has carried out my 7# hand weight. NOT the 5# which might actually be easy to carry...but the big ole 7 pounder. Evidently it needed to be added to his collection of goodies outside. AND he started digging in my ghetto flower bed (which, by the way, has no flowers).
Hmmm...dog door or random holes in the back yard? I'm going for the dog door...he can dig as much as his little lab brain tells him to...it's his yard. Plus, I have no idea how to stop him ;o)
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