I cannot get to the bathroom. I had to use the yard.
You see, we have baby gates (the kind with gates in them to open and close easily) in three key places in the house for containing the puppy. One of them is in the doorway that goes from the kitchen to the hallway that leads ot the front door and the bathroom. This is the fanciest of them--it swings shut by itself for extra security--and essential for keeping dogs in house and away from road when strangers come to the door or the mailman brings a package.
Shortly before dinner tonight, DH felt compelled to fiddle with it because it wasn't hanging straight enough. Normally I don't complain about his perfectionism on these points--it is a nice change from the disaster where I used to live with my ex. However, I feel a need to complain right now.
In making it perfectly level, he made it difficult if not impossible to open. He may be able to open it, but I sure can't. Of course when I discover this he is off mowing things along the horse pasture.
So what's a girl to do? I am not able to climb over the gate and oculdn't open it. Taking it down is an even more complicated affair. I was also getting to be in a bit of a hurry by the time I give up opening it.
So I went outside into a nice private corner of the yard next to a fence post of the girl's fence, so I could pull myself up on it, and used that.
Yes, I know I am weird for feeling compelled to share this.
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