If it wasn't for the cone slowing him down, I'd be renting a backhoe to fill the holes.
Garrett attempted to join up.
But, he had no clue what he was doing... or why!
Pete...
... we're glad we didn't lose him under a mound of soil.
He's almost 10 and I still can't go about my fence mending business without worrying what mischief he's in.
"The veterinarians say I'm a very sick boy. What does that mean? It's all Vietnamese to me!"