Came home to this today. Had Roxy in my bedroom. Hank was outside in the yard. There was a two hour window from the time my wife left for shopping after our vet appointment this morning(whole other sob story) and the time I came home from work. Hank managed to rip the doggy door from the front door enough to squeeze his big as into the living room. Then he proceeded to break my bedroom door in half while breaking the door stop and ripping my carpet. Almost positive he got Roxy even though I didn't witness them being stuck. She was absolutely soaked from head to tail with slobber... If that didn't suck enough. I went to the neighbors house for a shower. I broke down crying telling them about Hank's Cystinuria, and tearing up my house etc. Hank opened the screen door. I noticed right away and followed him. In the time it took me to cross the street and get into my gate, he hopped two fences, rammed the front door open, and got stuck with Roxy for sure this time... I'm stressed to the max. I dunno if I'm coming or going. I feel so defeated. I feel like I want to give up. I feel like every time I find a solution to a problem, I also find two more problems... I'm so angry at Hank for destroying my doors, and windows, and carpets. I'm also basically in mourning because of this fucking disease I found out he has. I want to kill him for getting stuck with my poor baby Roxy. I want to just give up on life in general. I feel like a failure. I'm disgusted that I couldn't even keep this motherfucker away from my pup. I'm worried sick, frustrated, tired, and fed up all at once. I don't know wether to cry or laugh. Just UGH...I feel like a P.O.S.