Well, Gabe finally came inside last night, at the end of a lasso. It was getting dark and he just couldn't stay outside by himself, so I lassoed the poor devil. You should have heard him. I finally dragged his furry body into the hallway and from that point on he was fine. Just like nothing had happened. He came inside the house - to the kitchen and started eating. Right now he is by my side. I am going to start to call him Cranker from now on....as a term of endearment.

My wrist is just fine.

So here is the warning for Goofy - get ready for the war.....just make sure you have an escape plan!