Speaking of George I must tell you what he did yesterday.
We went backwards on our walk. That is, we went the other way on one of our regular meanders. It's very discombobulating when we do that as a path that is normally as familiar as my backyard suddenly looks very different. It obviously affected George too.
At the top of the woods there is a rather nice holiday home. The gate is always open and George likes to pop in and check the barbecue and picnic table areas for left-over food. I've put a little arrow on the path to show the way we were going yesterday - the opposite way to usual.
George as normal did his recce and then, seeing me walking 'left', headed in that direction too. He ran around sussing out the garden and spotted the the closed gate. A quick investigation proved that it was, indeed, closed. Another run around followed.
The perimeter of the garden is fenced with large wire mesh, which is largely hidden by the bushes inside. Having failed to get out through the closed gate and ignoring my yells to 'go back the way you got in, you stupid dog!' he belted at full speed straight for the fence.
At first I thought he was going to try and jump it: 'George, I don't think that's a good idea!'
But nothing so daring for George. Whether he didn't see the mesh fence or he thought he could burst his way through it I don't know, but next minute it was BOOIINNGGG! as the rebound from the fence knocked him flat on his back.
You know, like one of those cartoons where the cat runs into a closed window.
I gave up and walked back on myself, calling George to follow me until he spotted the open gate and bounded out of it, wagging his tail gleefully.
I worry about him sometimes. But he is a great source of amusement.