Last week Arthur set to work on a hole he's been digging in the backyard, which, unbeknownst to any of us, had become quite large and cavernous. It's now so deep that whenever he gets in there and starts plowing away, his muzzle gets incredibly dirty and he looks like a hobo.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that if he's trying to escape, he should really dig under the fence and not parallel to it.
Not that he really cares.
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