FoodLady Chronicles – Dammit! Edition:

FoodLady Chronicles – Dammit! Edition:
Well, that lasted almost a week. Either there is a magical horsie that jumps over my fence in the middle of the night giving Herbert that cologne/snack he craves or the little bastard found a new exit which he gleefully used at some point in the middle of the night and came home around 4am very proud of his new aroma. Need. More. Rebar. Dammit.