I have this brand spanking new fence as a gift to my family from my grand father in law and father in law. Hand built by five strapping men. The whole purpose of having a fence was to allow my dogs space to run and be away from the baby. This is a luxury much too good for them I can tell you that right now. They dug out in 45 minutes yesterday, so they were banished to their dog run all night and day. I am the guilty sort so I feel sorry for them and look out the window in the kitchen and make sure they are alive every now and then. For those of you who don't know- the dogs live in a nicer house than I do. So as I am looking out what do I see? Wilson, my greyhound retriever, standing on top of his dog house like snoopy, then he starts gnawing on the treated wood of the fence! Out I go to bring them in the house, because he has clearly learned his lesson, and what do I see, blood! It's dark out, white teeth, gooey nasty blood dripping from them. Don't worry he's fine. . . . . lucky for me, I guess. My only good pet 'phish', died the other day. I guess the good do die young. Hope that doesn't mean certain you know who's will live forever. That's their picture up there.
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Okay Janelle, you may now have to take a more extreme approach on teaching your 'bad' pets to behave out in the yard (you know what I'm talking about). I'm sure you don't want something really bad to happen to Courage & Wilson because they think they can 'dig out of' or 'chew up' the fence. By the way, which one do you think did the digging? Love ya, Mom (Oh yeah, give Bobby a kiss from me.)
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