Our old dog can't jump the fence anymore. He prefers to loll around in the sun. Which is why I was surprised to watch as he systematically nosed his way down each rung of our fence. He kept an eye on the house, too, as if making sure he wasn't being watched. He was. With curiosity. When he finally found a loose rung, he pushed his head forward and through, as if to make an escape. That was as far as he could go. I took him for a long walk instead, after fixing the fence. #smallstories
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