I’ve got to get a hasp for the Gitmo door. The prisoners keep escaping.
Maybe I didn’t latch it right, or maybe there was a freak gust of wind, I don’t know. All I know is they were there (or at least they weren’t at the Lair) when I left to go to town with D&L. A mere hour and a half later I helped D&L unload their Jeep, drove home through the wash, and I was less than halfway there when I saw a large, clumsy-looking, very hairy and black animal running toward me, tongue waving in the wind. Judging from the slobber (and all the tracks I later saw around Landlady’s house) he’d had himself quite a party but did go back home. Ghost was maybe fifty yards behind him and closing fast.
Either they were hanging around the Lair and heard the Jeep in the wash at a considerably longer distance than I would have given them credit for, or they were already playing in the wash when the sound came within range. But they both definitely wanted their Jeep ride.
Since Landlady still wants to convert Gitmo into a massive chicken coop and run, I’ve got about four months to get serious about fencing the Lair’s front yard. I didn’t do it before because I’m lazy and there wasn’t enough material to do it properly. There’s even less material now, since I used up all the chain-link fencing I have on the chicken run. But I did score two very nice old gates last week in exchange for some tractor work, and those are the most expensive individual bits. So I’m gonna start scarfing up posts and fencing ASAP.
