When the dog bites! When the bee stings! When he’s feeling sad…. Grant wants to go right back out into the backyard. Thinking he’s learned his lesson about self-preservation, I allow him to go back out there. It is immediately too quiet. Always suspicious.
He was scaling a 5′ fence (on the street side of our yard) trying to gain footing on the diagonal cross-piece, while wiggling up to the top… within 30 seconds of going out the door.
No more exercise yard privileges without the warden present. (And she may or may not be packing a tazer from now on.)
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