And sometimes it's both and you get to go to the emergency vet on xmas eve

I had this dog once, ****ing little Houdini that one... He kept jumping over the fence (which is taller than I am) until finally he got hit by a car (huge gash on his leg). We found out a few days later after he managed to hobble back home...

So we took him straight to the vet, who in turn advised us that whatever we do, make sure he rests until recuperated. So we set him up a nice little "outpatient area" in our barn. Next morning, he's sitting by our house after an apparently busy night of jumping through a seven foot high window, followed by jumping a a fence and two gates (with a brutally bum leg, mind you)...

Next day, we move the "outpatient area" to the bathroom inside the barn. Next morning: again sleeping by our house after an apparently even busier evening of CHEWING through the bathroom drywall and then completing the aforementioned steps listed above.

Cute.

:)

^So you got custody? :thumb:

Yes

By "you got custody" he means he snuck out in the middle of the night with the cat.

That's not accurate. I told her I was taking him.

Pretty sure that's a lie cause at the time you clearly claimed to have not told her. At least own up to it, Ki. As much as it amuses me to put it in such unflattering terms it obviously wouldn't be in the cat's best interest to be with a homeless heroin addict.

Are you high? I decided I was taking him, told her, and didn't let her see him before I left even though she was less than 5 minutes away. That's literally the story. She knew about it. You're probably confusing me not letting her see him to me not telling her.