The picture below is what I came home to on Friday.
People were shooting or something when I left, and our black lab is scared to death of thunder and gun shots...any huge booms and he is freaking out. He had already broke out of our back yard twice, and I found him before I left, and put him into our wash-room.
Well, apparently he got scared while I was gone, and freaked out..which resulted in the below....
I came home to find him laying on our back porch, and I was like "i know i put him inside when i left...why is he out?" Then I looked at the door, and there was a huge hole! I freaked!
Stephen had to take off of work, come home, and we had to go to the store to buy a new door and get it installed before dark.
I was ready to murder our dog. It's Stephen's dog though, so I couldn't...but if he was mine, he would have been taken to the pound. I was so done and furious with this animal.
There went any extra money we may have had this month....
