Breaking news—I, Fenway Bartholomule, have disrespected the phantom fence. (The phantom fence is FarmWIfe's pseudoelectric line—the one that looks like a live wire, but isn't. She uses it to divide my paddock in bits.) I didn't touch it . . . no, I got down on my almost-knees and my almost-hocks and I limboed under it. FarmWife watched it happen, and I do say she was rather impressed! (The wire sits at my breastbone when I'm standing). Woohoo! Makes me want to sing!
Ears to freedom,