Johnny took himself on a little walk about. We came home from shopping to find him grazing on the front lawn.
He has learned how to open the gate to get out of his pasture. If we don't show up with alfalfa hay by about 4 PM, he feels justified in opening the gate and going to the front lawn. I went to the barn and banged and clanged his bowls around and he came running right into his stall. Food is all powerful!
OK, you silly, fuzzy boy. Now you are back where you belong and don't give me that look! Tomorrow I need to do something about that gate!
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