Gate-O-Mania

After the tree masacre, we restored the fence pretty quickly, but we put the gates on the back burner. The only reason we would even worry about them would be to keep the dog in the yard, and she's been policing herself just fine. Until lately. We knew it was time to get serious about the gates when we found this in the yard:

The thing is, I don't golf. What this means is that Brandy has been cruising the neighborhood and "borrowing" stuff. She likes toys and dolls the best, so I guess they were in short supply and she settled for sporting goods. Anything round is cool, even if it is hard as rocks.

We can't have her running around, 'cause she'll get shmushed. So it was time to do the gates today.

Patty is becoming quite the carpentress. I'm a little worried that she will start demaning union wages and benefits. I can't afford either.