In the summer, we don’t let Bud out the side door to the side and back of the farmhouse and the pasture gate. This is because he gets too excited when he sees chipmunks or squirrels, and he likes to chase the cats.

Once, he ran off into the woods after a rabbit, and I don’t think it’s safe for him out there, too many coyotes, hawks, and foxes.

He would challenge any of them; he thinks he’s a Tyrannosaurus. But now and then, when we go outside, I look at the kitchen or bathroom window, and I see his head popping up, watching and hoping to get outside.

Bud accepts this restriction, for the most part, he wants to fight the draft horses of the Amish who come by. They don’t seem to notice him.

Sorry, Little King, you have the run of the whole fenced-in backyard any time, but you need to have a fence between you and the world.