
The fence also has rubbings of fleece - black from the Torwens, white from the Torddu. And now I am finding a different kind of black, white and chestnut fur where it shouldn't be.
Fenn, the young Bernese Mountain Dog, has decided that she is in fact a steeple-chaser, and is leaping five bar gates and barbed wire fences with impunity. All physical obstacles put in place to dissuade her from this potentially dangerous feat have failed. The cast iron spike by the preferred "show-jump" has been wrapped so that she doesn't impale herself.
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Owww! I'm wincing in anticipation. What's so attractive on the other side of the fence?
M'ear - I think it's just a case of the grass is always greener... but her favourite jumping gate does lead in to the garden and she can then lie and whimper outside the doors that lead from the garden to my office (or vice versa), hoping that I might let her in to lie at my feet. I do my best not to submit, and so encourage her dangerous habits!
They had barbed wire at Belsen, Dachau and Sachsenhausen. Set the animals free I say!
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