[AG-EQ] Guideon's weekend

[Jewel]

Guideon had, what I, profoundly hope was a very humiliating weekend and one that he won't want to 
repeat.
I have to take the greatest care to see that he doesn't get among the sheep, because, if he does so, 
he will rip them to shreds, and, believe me, I am not exaggerating.
I have erected gates which I thought were Guideonproof, but he has just given a doggy laugh and 
clambered over them.
Since his last murderous escape, I have had the first gate in the network redesigned so that, now, 
it is 6 feet high with the upper half being composed of a sheet of  corrugated iron that his clever 
claws cannot get a purchase on, but it had not been, seriously,  tested for its Guideonproofness.
The sheep have been some distance from the yard where Guideon spends his days so he has not been 
tempted to get out, but that happy situation came to an end on Saturday when, overnight, they had 
come up into the lane just beyond the yard.
I was not aware of this, but as soon as I let Guideon out of the house in the morning, he spotted 
them through the heavy netting that forms the bottom half of said Guideonproof?  gate.  I heard a 
CRASH from the direction of this gate.  I called him, and he came, immediately, but I put him back 
in the house and checked the gate.  As I hoped, it was still, firmly, shut. I am sure that he had 
tried to jump it but his best effort had failed and he had hit the iron which was the CRASH  that I 
had heard 	and he had been, ignominiously, hurled back to his jump-off point.
He is a dog that learns very quickly:  a boon or a curse?  both depending on what he is learning: 
but, touching wood:  I don't think that he has tried again!
Second humiliating experience:  The meaty bones that I give Guideon are reputed to be the knee 
joints of cattle but, judging from their size, it is, just possible, that they have come from a herd 
of, supposedly, extinct mammoths that some enterprising farmer has secreted  in some remote corner 
of God's Own!
Anyway, I had replaced the old, well-chewed,  one with a fresh and had put #1 on the top of a  pile 
of weeds in my 3-wheeled barrow  ready to empty it into the skip:  translation: dumpster.
The barrow is enormous and is designed to be pulled by a quad bike or ride-on mower:  neither of 
which do I have but, despite its size and capacity, I find it easy to manipulate by hand.
It is designed so that it can, easily, by tipped onto its 2 front wheels for ease of emptying, and 
it was into this barrow that I had put Massa G's old bone, but being reluctant to lose it, G had put 
his front feet up onto the front edge, thus causing the barrow to tip forward, and, there he was, 
once again, ignominiously, dumped on the ground!!!

           Jewel