In my former life, I had a great Irish Setter, Rusty. My neighbor across the street was cooling an angel food cake on her back porch. Rusty got wind of that cake and cleared a 4 1/2 foot picket fence and had the cake down and eaten before my neighbor could react. Those were the days when bird dogs ran free, regardless of their value. I had never seen Rusty clear a fence that high in the field. Oh, well.
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