ahhhhhhhh! wHOOT IS THE DEVIL. I just planted some great flowers in my backyard (thanks Nana for the grad gift). Anticipating whoots love of plants, I fenced the whole thing in with wood fencing. What did I wake up to this morning? half of my flowers are either eaten or dug up. What do I do? drag the dog (who is already whimpering) to the flower bed, beat him, and then he follows me around wagging is tale.
So with that said. We are getting rid of Whoot. If anyone wants him you can have him or find him roaming the streets cause I am not paying 100 dollars to drop him off at the pound. 
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