

Bob's idea of movie night went like this, " Hey Lisa & Chris, Let's watch The Great Escape!".
"But Bob, it's 1am in the morning!"
"Does that mean you're making the popcorn or Chris is?"
This week my sister and her dog Porter were up for a visit. Wednesday, Porter and our dog Monty attempted their own Great Escape. Porter dug out under the fence. He was able to go much faster than Steve McQueen's tunnel because they didn't have to sneak the dirt out in their pants legs--which is good since dogs don't wear pants. Monty managed to make it under the fence and over a block before the gestapo rounded him up.