Ah, Smokey is at it again.... this time, when I let him out, I stayed in the barn where I could see him but he could not see me. And I watched him for about an hour... torture, I know. Sitting in the barn in the warm sun, watching my horses graze on what little grass there is left and the hay I threw out for them... then, it happened. Smokey went over to the corner of the fence, got on his knees and went under the top strand. The bottom strand was broken. Either by him or the deer or moose that cross the pasture in the middle of the night. (One of the main reasons I put my boys in every night.)
So, went out to get the little sunshine... put him in his stall. And fixed fence. And fixed more fence.
Then let the little turkey back out. And zapped him with the fixed fence. Ok, okay, before anyone calls the Constable, I just let him go up to the fence and he zapped himself. But I made sure it was a good one.
SO, after another hour or two, he was still in the fence where he belonged. Crisis averted. For the meantime, at least... so, no little pony running up the road in the middle of the night.
Sleep good, Smokey. And Stay in the FENCE!!!
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