All About Gates

“Patriotism assumes that our globe is divided into little spots, each one surrounded by an iron gate. Those who have had the fortune of being born on some particular spot, consider themselves better, nobler, grander, more intelligent than the living beings inhabiting any other spot. It is, therefore, the duty of everyone living on that chosen spot to fight, kill, and die in the attempt to impose his superiority upon all the others.”
~Emma Goldman
Would you agree with this?
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my son had to get three stitches in his arm. It happened in his friends garden, his friend pushed him against the side gate and the dog jumped up and bit him, the owner of the dog was very abusive when i called around and told her

Hey, I’m writing a story at the moment because I really like writing, and also because I want to improve my English writing skills.
I’m thinking of putting this up on Fictionpress, but I first want to know how I’m doing. I asked my sister to read it and she said it was too detailed/descriptive, and that because it was so long you wanted it to get to the point. I think what she said was true, and I’m quite sad because I put a lot of work into it. But what the hey, I don’t mind other’s opinions. What do you think of this? (Please tell me what I’m doing wrong, and a mark out of ten?) Thanks!
“Riley Parkers took a deep breath and exhaled. You’re going to be fine, she said for the millionth time, you’ve done this before. Nodding her head resolutely and clenching her fists, a vain attempt at reassurance, she slid the glass door open and stepped inside.
The café was warm and well-lit though it was an early summer afternoon in Manhattan. Riley scanned the shop for someone to approach and her eyes landed on a guy with a mop. He was cleaning the wooden floorboards in a corner, an earpiece dangling from his ears as he swayed to the music.
She didn’t know what to do. Obviously he thought he was alone, and Riley didn’t know if she should interrupt or come back tomorrow. She was about to turn when he looked up, startling her. He was in his mid-twenties with slightly tanned skin and grey eyes. He was handsome, and he had grey eyes and dark brown hair that fell into his eyes. A silver stud in his ear shimmered in the light.
He pulled his headphones off. “Can I help you?”
Riley took a deep breath, frowning in nervousness. She wasn’t diffident, just anxious. “I’m here to apply for a job.”
He propped his elbow on the mop. “You’re here to apply for a job?” he repeated.
“I’ll do anything,” Riley added hastily. “I’m pretty strong and I’ve waitressed before…” She turned round and pointed at a sign hanging on the window. “I can do that- if it’s not taken.” She began to push her glasses further up her nose. It was an unruly habit of hers when she was nervous or anxious.
He glanced at the sign behind her. “That sign’s old.” He dropped his arm and resumed his post. For a minute Riley stood there watching him slide the mop back and forth across the wooden floorboards, confused. She pushed her glasses further up her nose. He had said the sign was ‘old’. What did that mean? Did that mean the position wasn’t vacant anymore?”
“Riley flushed in fury, a colour so deep on her pale skin she seemed to glow. She was sure that she this guy figured out. First impressions were everything in the work place- they revealed the worst in people- if they were dominant or a push-over, and Riley was definite that Seth was the former. She couldn’t believe that Seth wasn’t the least bit embarrassed for dancing like a wild cat before and that this was his treatment.
She had no choice but to follow him. As he led her towards the back she wondered what it was that had made him hire her, but no such ideas appeared. Already, everything was so confusing, complicated too quickly. First he’d treated her nonchalantly, then badly- yet just now he had looked shocked when the handle had hit her. Riley shook her head; there she was again, going in-depth about insignificant things. Maybe he was like this to all his employees- at any rate she would find out soon.
Seth stopped at the entrance where a few steps would lead them down. A stream of sunlight filtered through the glass windows throwing the western half in light. On their right was a golden fireplace with a wrought iron gate; in the centre were two round breakfast tables made of dark stained wood. The curved room was exquisite in every way, lavishly decorated with its terracotta white-washed walls, chandelier and vintage lamps. A broken statue stood next to a pair of white French doors, and beyond was a greenhouse. It was a beautiful room, and at first sight Riley knew that she loved it. She noted with pleasure the small drawings inked in black at the base of the walls.
For Seth, the beauty had once again rendered him breathless. This was his favorite room in the whole of the café, the one place where he could relax after a long hard day. He walked towards the French doors and swung it open with both hands. Riley was right behind him, admiring the glasshouse with the same marvel.
Penetrating through the green glass the sun’s rays continued to reflect off every possible surface. Potted plants and flowers lined the walls on wooden benches- pink, yellow, purple and red all greeting you at once. On each side of the greenhouse an avant-garde patio set stood on a raised porch. A strange longing was setting in the pit of Riley’s stomach. She couldn’t believe how anything on earth could be so beautiful. She wanted it all, to call it hers as she scanned every part of the greenhouse, her eyes wide.
Seth, however, did not wait for her to finish. Clutching her arm he led her to the porch on the le

ok there is a 6 foot fence the hole way around my garden except the gate which is about 3 and a half,4 foot and he has exscaped twice he did it again today i didnt think he could escape he is either jumping the gate which i dont think he is because he when we do mini agility he can jump 3″2 and any more he knocks it down or he is jumping on to the coal bunker and climbing over which im not sure he can do because its a 6 foot drop theres no holes in the fence and he doesnt dig what can i do
HE IS DEFINATLEY GETTING MICRO-CHIPPED NOW NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!

The wedding was a good month away, and yet preparations had begun for it already. Why Amirah, the eldest daughter of a business elite wanted to marry in a bungalow situated in muggy Pakistan when she had glamorous London at the tip of her fingers, was beyond Zara.
She did not understand Amirah. She was so ahead of Pakistan, so far away from it, and yet she chose it as the place for possibly the biggest day of her life. Zara herself dreamed of places far and beyond the borders of Karachi, Pakistan. The world far and beyond the sweeping bungalow, which seemed to get smaller and smaller the more she knew of it with each passing day. The bungalow was a beautiful place to live in; it had a majestic entrance consisting of a tall, wrought iron gate. A towering wall enveloped the building, with thick green vines clinging to its creamy exterior. Upon entering, the foyer led to a towering staircase, twisting up to the second floor, each bedroom roomier than the next. Zara loved the way the stuffy, humid afternoon slowly turned into a cool, breezy evening, with a single giant palm tree swaying in front of the bungalow’s wide terrace. She loved the way the Shamsi family gathered on the lawn as the sun slowly set behind them, while they sat back in roomy lawn chairs enjoying tea, the smaller members of the family giggling and running over the grass enjoying a game of kabbadi. The way Danya, the bungalow’s head cook moved feverishly throughout the kitchen from morning to night, her plastic flip flops slapping against the shiny tiled floor.
But none of this was hers.
Though Zara spent most her days and nights inside the bungalow, she had no business of calling it home. Her home was a small, dingy shed she shared with her parents and her younger sister, Zoya. Unlike the glittering, three-layered chandelier dangling inside the bungalow, a single, faded out light bulb dangled on a short piece of wire inside her home.
But beside all this, Zara’s father was happy with what he and his family had, “Allah has given us much to be thankful for, mashAllah” He’d say often, “He gave us the Shamsi’s,”
Zara’s father was a simple man clearly leading a simple life. He would sleep on the shed’s floor on a pillow stuffed with leaves that left marks on his wrinkled cheeks, “That is the way the Prophet Muhammad slept,” He’d beam. Besides his servitude to God, he held servitude to Abdul Shamsi, the owner of the bungalow.
“Our family has served the Shamsi’s for as long as I can remember,” When he was a young boy, he would go to the Shamsi’s bungalow and tend to the garden, do chores, and had been nothing more than a servant, until Abdul Shamsi himself had found him a wife and given him a place to call home, even if it had been just a dingy shed.
“I never wanted to work for the Shamsi’s,” Zara’s mother, Farida, would scowl to her. “I wanted to do something on my own, all my life and I knew I was capable of it. If I hadn’t been forced by my father to marry him, I wouldn’t be here today,” Every time this came up, she would knead the dough a little harder, she’d toss the rice in the air a bit more forcefully, spilling some around.

Three nuns who had recently died were on their way to heaven. At the pearly gates they were met by St. Peter. Around the gates there was a collection of lights and bells.
St. Peter stopped them and told them that they would each have to answer a question before they could enter through the pearly gates.
St. Paul: “What were the names of the two people in the garden of Eden?”
1st nun : “Adam and Eve”
The lights flashed the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates.
St. Paul: “What did Adam eat from the forbidden tree ?”
2nd nun : “An apple”
The lights flashed the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates.
And finally it came the turn of the last nun.
St. Paul : “What was the first thing Eve said to Adam ?”
After a few minutes thinking she says “Gosh, that’s a hard one!”
The lights flashed the bells rang and in she went through the pearly gates!

I’d like to really quickly cover a wooden fence and iron gate with some kind of climbing plant. I remember going to a garden centre years ago and they said there was a clematis (I think) that grew ridiculously fast and out of control.
Problem is my garden is hardstanding so they’ll have to be planted in pots or troughs which I’ll be putting the lenth of the fence/wall. Any ideas? I am in UK if that makes any difference at all!
Thanks

I’m not a dog owner, but I live in a residential area where alot of children play. Can anyone tell me are Bull Terrier breeds allowed to roam around with no Leader or muzzle? They are pretty excitable dogs and do not return to the owner when called, I myself have been terrified as one ran down after me ignoring it’s owner who just stood shouting out it’s name.
I’m a really big animal lover and I would hate to see anything bad happen to the dog because I said something, but I would feel terrible if anything happened to someone because I didn’t!
The dog hasn’t as far as I know hurt anyone. I just hate seeing it running around freely where children play.
The owner’s also tease the dog when Cats are around, and the garden has no gate, just a wheelie bin where the gate should be. There is a huge field right up the street where the dogs in the street are walked.

The house we’re moving into has a typical iron driveway fence that connects the back door to the detached garage. From the drive, you have to go thru the metal gate to enter the back door, porch, pool, back yard.
Problem is that our medium sized Yorkie could probably squeeze under and through the gaps of the fence. Sure, I could hang some chicken wire, but have you seen any after market products that attach to an existing fence so I can tighten the gaps and extend the down length?

Can I use it for all outdoor uses eg fencing,garden furniture,gates,outdoor furniture etc.
I am trying to set up a timber importing business but cannot afford to wait to have the timber dried.