PuggerGate

We used to have one of those sectional metal gates blocking our escape route up the stairs. It was tall enough that we couldn't jump over, but our humans were always able to step over it to come and go. Then one day, grandma did a flying squirrel over it cause she was on her cell phone, and not paying attention to Stella's fat butt sitting right at the bottom of the stairs. Whoopsee! Sorry grandma!!....

Ma said, that's it! She's sick of steppin' over that dang gate. And then after that flying squirrel incident we're never supposed to talk about again... she got one of those walk through gates. Only one problem.... really really HARD and brittle concrete. After breaking 2 of daddy's drill bits, she turned to us and said we had to come up with plan B. We? Did she have a mouse in her pocket? The new gate wasn't our idea. And quite frankly, watching grandma do a flying squirrel was kinda entertaining.

This is plan B? Gorilla's glue? I guess if you think some gorilla's glue is gonna hold up the gate, who are we to question? Ma wasn't too happy about us questioning the whole glue idea. She said the guy at the hardware store swears by this stuff. She also looked it up on the computer and it said the same thing.
Well, so far so good. That gate ain't going no where dangit!