LGD Mayhem

You may notice a white puff-ball lounging in the background, just off to the right in this picture. That's Gladys. Gladys is, shall we say, "in a family way," and due to bring forth her progeny on or about Christmas day!

Voltron is the reluctant father. At breakfast time this morning, he was discovered loitering around the yard, languishing in his newfound freedom.

Since we don't currently find ourselves in possession of a perimeter fence, this is a dangerous predicament for our valiant defender. I wasn't home, so Jonathan and Hamilton had to improvise a solution, post-haste.

Jingle, our former unicorn, is positively delighted that their devised solution is none other than decadent, dreamy, delightfully delicious CANDY, er, I mean Sweet Gum posts.

Voltron should be renamed Houdini! With deft dexterity, he managed to finagle the wires and scooch himself right on through. Like buttah. Our grinning gate now looks like it's been outfitted with a shiny new set of dental braces. Once the web of wiring had been woven into place, Voltron, in his dour disappointment, was once again detained and safe from the freedom to wander onto the road or trespass on unfamiliar property. He's been whining ever since. Poor baby.