One day last week when I was letting the little dogs out to pottie and stroll around, I got some good shots. Sweetie crossed under the fence and even went down to the creek. I was going to say branch, but not everyone understands that is a creek. I grew up calling it a branch.
Taz is on the other side of the drive across the fence also. I'm not sure they even see the barbed wire fence. It just seems they never went under it before.