George, as we like to call him, is a regular visitor in our pasture. 3 or 4 times a week, you'll see George making is way across the pasture, or stopping where the horses eat to pick at some of the leaves and grain.
We all love seeing George. "George is out today!" is regularly shouted at our house, and we all dart to the nearest window for a peak.
Izzy hates George. And I think George knows it. He takes his sweet time, walking across the pasture, in plain sight for the poor pup to see. It's obvious he knows there's a fence between him and her, and that she can't get to him. It's almost as if he's laughing at her when he walks by.
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