"Do you really think barbed wire around the doggy door is really that good of an extra safeguard?" asked Chelsea, as I proceeded dump the spiky stuff onto the floor of the garage.
"Hey, Buster has an aversion to sharp objects. He'll be fine."
I started scouting for metal cutters as Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Why not just electrify the damn thing while you're at it, and we'll end up with a dead dog?"