Looks like busting primers is gonna be a bust today. Gal went to the back patio to feed the pooch a little while ago...and no pooch. From what I gather, he’s opened the chain link gate latch dozens of times in the past if there’s not a simple dog-leash style clip on it. Of course you know the answer I got when I inquired as to whether the clip was on the gate. She and four/five others are out looking for the lil’ bassturd still. He’s got tags on his collar with his name, address, and a home number on it...somebody will find him and call, or call animal control one. At some point when he’s hungry as hell and tired of counting his own ribs, he’ll show up on somebody’s front porch.