At the Farmville clinic site, I used a sheep path for my graze boundary, Malcolm picked it up and honored it just fine. There he is, the short eared flying Malcolm.
Short eared because he was playing with his sister Punch, and his sire Brick went to grab his scruff and tell him no running in the hallway, and grabbed his scruff and eartip. So he's now missing the right tip of his ear, and for a while looked like a soap opera star in "in hospital with amnesia mode due to car crash/gunshot/appearance of old girlfriend" mode, head swathed in bandages and completed with a cone of shame. Guess that ear won't tip now!
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