Griffin the dog has become quite crotchety in his old age (he’s 10). In his younger years he respected fences and didn’t dig or escape, even when the gate was left open. Now, however, he pushes boundaries more, literally. I was on hold on the phone when I went outside to find him, so “snuck” up on him trying to dig under the fence behind our propane tank. Stinker. I’m not sure whether there is something living in the wood pallets, or if he is trying to get to the neighbor’s cats, but there were definite signs that he had been pushing out the bottom of the wire fence and reaching through with his paws. I stacked some rock across the bottom of the fence to curtail his landscaping attempts.

I have a cat basket in my computer closet, and Missy the dog gave it a try. Poor puppy. She is the size of a large cat, but when she was put together she didn’t get the “is liquid” property. Points for effort, though.

The look on her face is because I’m taking her picture.