Bomber was getting a bit hyperactive so I decided to take him for a walk. I let him out in my back garden while I looked for his harness (he can't wear a collar because his neck is that big it comes off his head), and realised he had been out for quite a while and hadn't come back in.
I went out, looked for him and there was no sign of him. Checked behind the garage to see if he got stuck (again), but he wasn't there. Then I fucking saw it. The little bastard somehow plowed through the fence to get into the front garden. I have no idea how he fit his fat little arse through the gap, but sure enough, I opened the side gate and he was stood there staring at me.
I brought him back in and he wouldn't look at me. He even started to close his fucking eyes rather than look me in the eye.
I'm not taking him for a walk anymore.
When animals hate their owners enough, they will find a way to escape!