Landscaper.

I would rather experience the baby scene in Trainspotting than have to untangle Ricky from the barrel planter in front of our house one more time.

I hook him to a 30-ft. lead, and as he roams the yard, I constantly have to free him from a barrel just like this one. I wanted to remove it, but it was big and heavy and dug in deep. That is, until last Sunday, when while I napped inside, Ricky began disassembling the barrel, eating it piece by piece.

Here’s what’s left today. Problem solved. And for good measure, Rick theoretically dunked the ball over the goalpost by pooping dead center on this spot.