We had an "episode" while my rent-a-husband, Dino, was helping me out this weekend. Dino and I were out in the pasture next to the house checking out the new baby Creme Brulee. I watched as Lil Man ran up and down the fence line whining cause he couldn't get in the pasture with us.
I would holler at him to go around but he didn't have a clue. Then I looked up and saw his head thru the fence. He put his head thru the net wire and was stuck. He started flippin' out so I ran over and tried pushin' his head back. Didn't work. Dino came over and tried turnin' it different ways, still couldn't get him out. So I told Dino where the plyers where in the truck and he jumped the fence to go get them. We had to cut the fence in order to get his head out!
Once freed, he was a happy pup. But I wonder about his intelligence cause not two days later, I saw him stick his head thru that fence again. This time, however, he got it out himself before I got to him.
It only took one hookin' for him to learn his lesson with the cows. He doesn't even step foot in the pasture when I feed anymore. But the fence lesson seems to be a harder concept for him to grasp. At least in a couple more weeks, there won't be any way for him to stick his big ol head thru that hole. That will be the end of that!