Something a little light-hearted from the hallowed aisle of Bear’s barn abode.
The boy has proven, yet again, that he belongs in the Houdini Hall of Fame.
Either he is supremely, easily and utterly bored after dark … or too smart for his own good.
I believe it’s a combination of both, which is interesting because ol’ rubber lips has worked out the combination of moves required to, once again, make mischief.
It appears that during the still of the night when all is quiet and there isn’t a meddling human in sight, my darling all-too-clever-German-bred-boy-wonder has figured out how to open the feed door to his stall.
Perhaps it’s my own fault.
I have, over the years, indulged Bear’s social nature by making a habit of opening his feed door so he can stick his head out and engage with the world while I’m there. This is particularly true in winter when he spends more time indoors.
From here, Bear enjoys visiting his neighbour, Robert. He also eagerly awaits the filling of his bucket, which hangs on a hook beneath the feed door, with his beloved carrots. I, being his doting mother, of course, am only too happy to oblige. I just want my baby to be happy.
Recently, however, there’s been a development …
Bear has, indeed, figured out how to open this lever-less door on his own.
In and of itself this not a huge problem.
What has become an issue is the fact that my closet mechanical engineer has also figured out how to unlatch Robert’s door and push it wide open … all from his perch at the feed door.
So, not only is Bear adept at creating his own escape opportunities (see The Party Animal) he is all too willing, and able, to create these opportunities for others.
Fortunately, Robert is too old to be bothered with making a run for it and has, in fact, been discovered in the morning standing at the back of his stall, perhaps a little confused as to why his stall door is open at all.
How to curb Shakespeare’s quick wit?
Management has put a chain in place so Bear, while he’s still able to dislodge the mechanism, can no longer push open the door and lean over to mess with Robert’s latch.
However, don’t be too concerned …
… cos Bear certainly isn’t …
Nurture what you love …
Next time … the next instalment of Confessions of a Coaching Intern …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013