Got home tonite to my 10 yr old Dalmation about to tear the man door down to the Basement/Garage/Catch-all, part of the house. Now understand, she don't get real exited about much at her age, except dinner, a cat in the yard, or the occasional fu fu dog that decides to mark her territory, from the new Lib Subdivision next door, which is still her personal mine field, as far as she is concerned.When I finally got her corralled back upstairs, I had to think fast. The crafty marsupial had climbet atop the open garage door, heading for escape. The 1st pic shows the gate to freedom closed. Had the trusty old Crosman 760 pump master close by. After 6 BBs to the head, and bloodfest on the concrete that would make a tampon run for its life, my Dalmation is not happy she wasn't in on the Urban Safari. Moral to the story, keep your garage door closed while you are blowing leaves till dark.