Security, thy name is concrete

Lately I installed security bars for my gun shop. They were embedded at one end in concrete. We used six bags of concrete with a filler of 1" sized drain rock for the security bars.

Today, I just got through with a project to make my fencing and gates secure against escape of my wayward hussy of a dog. As I was finishing up with the ninth bag of concrete, I realized that I was using more concrete to keep my dog in than I was to keep thieves out of my shop. It made me realize, I have one really bad dog.

I should have shot her when she was a pup. That would have saved me a load of heartache and stacks of cash. I probably would be living in a large stick built home right now instead of a double wide trailer if I had just resisted the impulse to get that dog. She was a rebound dog as my brother's dog (whom I had primarily raised and trained) had just been hit by what I would later learn was the local meth dealer (shoulda shot him too at four in the morning when he woke me up to tell me he ran over the dog).

So, the drug dealer is still alive. I wonder if he's got a hankering for running over a dog these days. That would just be fitting now that I've finally solved the breakout issues.

As for my dog's frequent breakouts, either she won't be trying to break out anymore or she's going to be running around with bloody stubs from trying to dig through the concrete I laid under the gates. I'll keep my readership updated.