So, I thought I had finally puppy-proofed the house. Guess who proved me wrong? My dog, Max. Houdini in fur. One minute he’s napping, the next he’s vanished. After a mini heart attack and a frantic search, I found him chilling in the old barn out back, looking way too pleased with himself. He’d somehow squeezed through a gap in the fence (which I swear wasn’t there yesterday). He was rolling in hay, tail wagging, living his best farm life while I was out here losing years off my life. I tried to be mad, but honestly, seeing his goofy grin and those big, innocent eyes? Impossible. Pets: 1, Humans: 0. Anyone else have a pet who treats your anxiety like an extreme sport? #Pets #Cats #PetLife