I’m linking up with Cari’s Theme Thursday because I actually really need to talk about a fence today.
…we live with my in-laws.
They have a dog. We have a dog. Our dog, Doofy, is pretty big. We love him. He loves us. He hates thunderstorms. He likes snow. He’s from Alabama. He loves to dig.
That last trait is not earning him any love around here.
He and his partner in crime, my in-law’s dog, have taken to pacing the fence. There is a dog who likes to hang out on the other side and taunt them with his freedom.
So our two dogs have decided to share. His freedom, that is.
The fence? Well, the fence is old. It would be quite adequate for no dogs. Or even dogs who weren’t interested in getting out.
Over the past few weeks we have been in quick-fix mode instead of fix-it-right mode. And, so, the fence looks like this
We always find that the dogs have pushed through the board at the worst possible moments…when it’s pitch black out, when someone has to be at work, when it’s pouring down rain, when I can’t leave the kids. We keep grabbing whatever we can get our hands on in order to keep the dogs in.
I’m beginning to feel like we live next to The Barricade.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
WHOSE DOGS WILL NOT ESCAPE AGAIN!!!
Fence? Barricade? I’m losing the distinction.