Last week Tessa had a little run-in with the fence. We were walking in the 3-acre fenced dog park when she ran off after a bird. I was only half watching so I am not sure if she tried to jump the fence or simply didn't see it, but next thing I know Tessa is splayed on the wire fence, much like a cartoon character, and returned to me with a cut right between her eyes, her first but likely not last battle wound, judging from the way she flies through the woods and shrubs.
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